Johnathon said I should post this picture here, as well as on deviant art. so… here it is. Info after the picture

Madailéin Rowan is a potential character for Privateer, my little pet project.

The word twisp, I don’t know how I chose it but it is one I have always used for certain types of gun. Any gun I name with the word twisp in it is one designed specifically to cause pain. Massive, massive amounts of pain. Though it does also do horrific damage.

I am not sure how old Madailéin Rowan is, possibly about 32. I don’t think she has her own pirate ship… possibly just a fighter. She’s an army’s worth of pirates on her own.

Dunno if I’ll use her, I like her design. I just drew her because if I don’t draw something every now and then my brain goes kablooie.

Next time I’ll do some J&C characters.

First, I would like to apologise to anyone I offend later in this post. I am currently drunk. And I am sorry.

Tonight was my honourary 18th birthday. So I went to the blue boar, the swan and the Oak. But not necessarily in that order. It was the first time I have got truly drunk. Or merry. Or whatever, I am not in full control of my senses right now.

It took:
1 half of strong bow
1 pint of strong bow

3 rum and cokes (I dunno what kinda rum, it was sorta amber,  old jerry’s? Sea jerries?)

1 shot baileys

1 bottle of hobgoblin cider

1 shot of old something rum.

Bottle of hobgoblin

shot of rum

hobgoblin (I remember drinking three)

Shot of rum

Apple sour

Coke

Water.

That’s all I drank.

I become posher the drunker I get. Very posh. I lose even more ability to balance (I am dyspraxic) and bec0me more posh with every drink after the first goblin. I can’t even see the keyboard right now, I trust the fingers. I like the feeling of being drunk, petrified of being sick (I hate that).  Very posh, I do so become. And clarify everything. Everything. I do so do. I become a pedant everyone is scared of. I feel no pain and actions do not quite match up with feelings. I felt I must document this in words. I find everything funny. God I love this feeling

I must thank Neil, Felix and Steven for making sure I got back to my mothers car and into her care safely. I could not even walk in a straight line. Thank you those people.

Thanks also go to Daniel and to Simon for coming out with me. George was unfortunately away. I feel sorry for him.

Bloody expensive though. 5.50 for a shot of rum and a hobgoblin cider? I will kill you folks at the Swan Wantage for your horrible prices.

Thank you though for giving me the coke and water as I attempted to sober up. Little good did it do.

Thank you again to all who helped me enjoy my honourary 18th. If I remember you in the morning. Good show.

Also sorry to Daniel’s friend (I presume) who had the short hair, was 24 and had the pieced ear on his left (my right) for not punching in me in the nose. Most gracious of him.

As I said before, I am thouroughly drunk. I apologise for everything before this here written if any of it should offend ye.

Oddly, I can recite tongue twisters much better than when I was sober. My mental arithmatic has likewise improved.

I just thought I’d like to point out that it has been one year to the day since I did this page http://www.jaydenandcrusader.com/2008/05/05/2008-05-05/ which was important, it was the start of J&C’s new age. I can’t believe it’s already been a year.
Cuuuuuraaaazy!

Talk to you later guys

Hello all. Monday’s update is now up. Apologies for it’s tardyness, I’ve been offline for the past couple of days. (Was working all weekend, including being awake at stupid o-clock…)

Kirrus

It’s a Snow Day! The second this week. Today my sister and I made a snow man, deciding that as we’ve never had this much snow before it may be the only time in our lives we get to make a snow man which is 5’6 or higher. So… we did.

And then I did a comic about it.

My sister and I were to make more, an army in fact. My army of snow people was going to take over the world and she and I would rule as joint-monarchs. Unfortunately this snow man showed an unhealthy tendancy to melt when exposed to hair dryers. Needless to say, we decided to cancel our invasions plans and go back to the plan involving mutated hamsters.

This Snow Man then melted in the sun, collapsing under his own mass. Snow men are clearly not the best soldiers for earthly domination.

I’m not normally a blogger. I don’t blog. But my friends are sick of me dumping my thoughts into their instant messaging windows, so I intend to fill this place with my mind dump. That, and Johnathon tells me I should blog, it’s good for the site apparently.

I hate adverts.

Let’s just get this out of the way before I get into the nitty gritties. I object to advertising on principle. Now, people need to know about new things, if a new book or movie or food stuff becomes available I want to hear about it, I usually want to read/watch/eat it. This could take the form of just a simple message like “Generic Brand Cola has released a new cherry flavour” or something that appears in, say, the news paper. Advertising things that have been around since my grandmother was a girl gets on my nerves. Just let me buy the thing when I go shopping, don’t harass me about it every 30 seconds and advertising for services I can’t utilise is something I really can’t stand. I live in a village; my local store is Tesco’s or Sainsbury’s. I don’t care about the great savings that exist in Morrison’s because the nearest Morrison’s is 40 minutes away. I am not going to drive for forty minutes to save 13 pence on ketchup!

So as you can see, I don’t like adverts much to start with. But, much to my horror, it’s getting worse.

I have always felt sorry for Americans. Your adverts, ‘commericals’, seem to last forever, have little relevance to the product and are more infuriating than rabid weasels clawing at your eyes while Joe Pasquale whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Whenever I switched on the TV when I visited the US I’d groan and tut and make a note to punish American advertisers when I am dictator of Earth after my inexorable rise to power. Similarly whenever I caught an advert on YouTube or some video streaming site I’d feel the same.

But now advertisers in the massive transnational corporations (TNCs) have realised something horrifying. Britain speaks the same language as the United States. For more than fifty years they’ve spent money hiring British actors or voice actors to do region specific adverts to appeal to us British but now they are simply airing American adverts complete with irritating voice overs, crude humour and utter irrelevance. These adverts stand out, they stick in my mind, they do their job perfectly. I now can’t stop remembering that I should be eating at Burger King and buying pregnancy tests and driving Hondas. However I don’t do any of those things, out of pure spite. Now sometimes it makes sense. KFC needs Colonel Sanders, without him life wouldn’t be the same. But seriously, TNC marketing execs, when trying to sell me a car hire someone not with a fine Boston accent, but a refined Queen’s English accent or hell; even Joe Pasquale would do better in trying to get me to buy your goods. Pay the money, do some glocalisation and I will buy your goods. It’s not hard, it will make you money, lots of money, and it will soothe millions of people in England who can’t stand your foul ‘commercials’.

Equally annoying is when advertisers try and convince me if I buy their things my life will be like a Californian movie stars. Maybe I don’t want to be an anorexic, insecure, egoistical, rich, bastard who considers foreigners little more than servants who occasionally shoot at you, living in an area where it never rains, snow is a feature of the mythical past which only shows up on TV and occasionally your home is evacuated for fear of forest fires. I quite like being a student and a comic artist trying to get the grades to go to a university where I will get an unimportant degree which will get me a dull job which will keep me alive till I have some kids upon which time I can die with a reasonable sense of satisfaction. I don’t need to know my clothes are worn by people in Hollywood, they’re clothes! They cover the unmentionables and make you look slightly more attractive at the same time. If they do that they could also be worn by Brian Blessed and they’d still be doing their job correctly.

Also annoying is the current fad with supermarkets. Hire washed up TV stars to endorse your store all you like but don’t try and make them pretend they actually buy their food there. No idiot who’d had half his brain removed, lost an eye and all sense of hearing would seriously believe Richard Hammond or Kerry Katona actually buy goods from these emporiums.

And finally, to round off this rant, I am tired of the use of foreign languages in British adverts. I’m looking at you Audi. You go through all the effort of hiring a nice refined careful English voice actor to give an air of importance and credibility and then ruin it by having him recite an unpronounceable German slogan. I don’t know what it means, I could look it up if I really wanted but I shouldn’t really have to. German cars are supposedly good but that doesn’t mean your company slogan should be in German in English adverts. You could just as easily say “By ze way, ve are germahnz ja?” at the end. It would be more effective and I could understand you. Not that I’d ever buy an Audi of course, unless it was to pile them up in a landfill where they belong.

I have a little Christmas Present for you all.

You will all know that Jayden and Crusader has a hole in it’s archive, but now it’s… still empty. But you can see the black and white inked versions here at my deviant art gallery.

It’s not done yet, and hell, it might well be another year before I get them coloured but hey, it’s better than nothing. Admittedly, there is still a small hole, the hole that the script wants another artist to fill.

Talking of which, I still need 5 pages done by another artist, if you’re interested, please email me.

So yeah, Ozimaar arc, ‘finished’ and a little extra christmas present for you all

Howdy everyone! And an extra-special howdy to all those recently joining us, following our new ad campaign. I hope you stick around.

It’s been a bit of a while since I last blog posted, and a bits changed. I’m back at school so I am working about 12 hours a day at that now. For that reason, is this announcement.

Jayden and Crusader Updates on Mondays. Occasional, rare, updates, can occur midweek. This is a step down from the 2 a week I was getting used to, and is much less than the 1 a day I’d like to do, but such is life liberty and the persuit of happiness. I hope you turn up on Mondays regularly, or else subscribe using our RSS and email features (to the right, above the advert and vote banner).

Also: Jayden and Crusader now has forums. I hope to see you all there as soon as possible, and I hope any of the aether crowd that followed me here will sign up, because it’d be great to see you. Any of you, it’ll be good to talk.

Also if you have any requests for the halloween special send them in now, because I need to plan it. If you want to see Third dressed up as Darth Vader, tell me, you want to see Crusader as your favourite bleach character, tell me, and I’ll see what works. (I withhold the right to ignore you, but I probably won’t).

Just leave a comment here, or send me an email at mcilroyspeed at googlemail dot com

Hello all,

We’ve finally moved. Apologies for it being a little later than the week I wanted to get it done in. Had problems, moved hosts and my work is taking a huge amount of my time at the moment.

So, let me be the first to welcome you to our new home, www.JaydenAndCrusader.com

Enjoy!

- Johnathon

So, last week I went to London, and I promised you a write up, not that any of you actually asked, and here it is.

It was my Birthday in May and my godmother decided to get me tickets to the BBC proms, the concert happening on Wednesday. It was great. I had some difficulty with the trains, I always do, but it was empty enough and I managed to find one wi-fi point at Paddington that was free, no idea which, so I could check my emails.

London last week was hot. It’s always meant to be about 3 degrees warmer in the city than the countryside but good god, people in London must be boiling in their skins! I was lucky I was going during the week because the traffic that week was fairly light, as light as it gets in London, so I didn’t have to spend too long in a taxi, and I didn’t go on the underground on wednesday either. The reason was that the Bakerloo line appears to be run by monkeys, and all the trains were late and crowded, but it would have been punishingly humid down there.

It’s times like this I wish I had a camera. This blog is going to be a little dry without them, but I don’t have one, although I am saving for one.

I had dinner at the restaurant at the Royal Albert Hall, with champagne no less, which was great, there is a great atmosphere down there. The concert itself was two pieces of Mendelson and one of Brahms, the former was at one point banned by the Nazi party, so it couldn’t be all bad. Indeed, the second movement of the second piece was utterly fantastic, although the Brahms was, well, like Brahms, slow, meandering and never reaching any suitable climax.  Also, during the Brahms there was a pianist who, it was quite clear, gained orgasmic pleasure from playing. Seriously, I half expected him to suddenly moan, and stop playing, and everyone look at him “Er… Peter, we’ve got two movements left to do…” and he reply “Oh, I’m sorry honey, wasn’t it good for you?” It was disturbing watching him play.

Seriously.

I stayed the night at my godmothers in Laytonstone where, over some drinks, I explained my plans to simply go home the next day to my godfather. He said this was far too boring and thrust £40 into my hand to go do something fun.  This I did.

I headed down to Southwalk, near the Houses of Parlaiment, with the intention of going on the London Eye. It is recomended that you book in advance for this, but if you get there early enough you can get tickets before it gets too full. Sadly, it seems 10:20AM is not early enough, as the crowds there were suffocating, so instead I went to the London Aquarium, an attraction I have been going to since I was about 6. Great fun as usual, I will never get bored of watching fish swim. After this I went to the Salvidor Dali exhibition next door, which really fired up my artistic vigour, it was a great experience. I have never been a fan of modern art, but Salvidor Dali is something else entirely. With him you know that if it looks like it was drawn by a 5 year old, its because he wants it to look that way, every brush stroke is original, every idea concentrated to its purist form. One thing that kept springing out to me, and getting its hooks in my brain was the idea that Reality, while a great place to live, was optional, and whenever you like you can jump into the surreal, the non-existant, the bizarre.

I like that idea.

I journeyed down the Thames in search of something to eat and found some delightful entertainers including a rather impressive Cpt. Jack Sparrow impersonator. He couldn’t quite get the voice right, but everything else was there, it was pretty impressive. There was a vast open air bookshop, which I looked through, although there was nothing much interesting to buy, many buskers were down that boulevarde as well. There was however a stage and live music sponsered by the theatre there, which was quite entertaining, although a bit bland by my standards, having been spoilt by many indie rock bands.

And that was pretty much it, I wondered over to St. Pauls, just to check it’s still there, wondered over to the houses of Parliament, and then back to Waterloo station, taking me back to Paddington and from there, home.

And that’s the tale of what happened when Crusader went to London. I intend to go to London again at least once more this summer, so you might get another update.

Although I intend that one to have pictures.

Speaking of pictures….

My birthday, as I said ealier, was in May, and my Dad completely surprised me by making a Jayden and Crusader cake. Yes, you heard me. A Jayden and Crusader cake.

Needless to say, it was awesome, and I have some pictures of it for you here. Well, a picture really, I have two, but they’re the same thing