DIAMOND MOVES TO MARSHAL CASH RESERVES
Which is to say that they've told publishers that for now they're only going to pay them 25% of what they owe. They've taken some flack for this - and I note wryly that they're expecting retailers to pay them in full - but actually, it's probably a move that's both smart and necessary.
When all of this is over they're going to need to kick themselves into overdrive pretty quickly. They're going to need cash to do that. And love 'em or loathe 'em, there currently is no way of running most of the industry without Diamond, so if they need to do this to survive, then OK, I guess.
BLAKE'S 7 ON YOUTUBE
The BBC's dystopian SciFi masterpiece from the late seventies appears to have all three series up on YouTube. Here's episode 1, the rest is available.
JUNE RELEASES NOW ON DESTINATION VENUS WEBSITE
Well, titles scheduled for June release at any rate. Click HERE to go to the page. Not quite everything is up yet, but should be by the end of the day. And yes, I know I said that yesterday, but this time I actually mean it. Almost certainly...
PREVIEWS AVAILABLE FOR FREE ONLINE
Click HERE for the main catalogue, HERE for the UK pages and HERE for Marvel, Image and DC.
COMIC CONTEST STILL ONGOING
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Today would have been Wordsworth's 250th birthday...
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel’st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,—
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.