So, we wandered along to the MCM London Comic Con the other week and had a great time. While we were there we bumped into a shady cove you might recognise, (even though they said they were in disguise). They were hanging out with another bunch of dodgy characters and apparently had nothing to do with the heist at the Tower of London that night…apparently. Anyway, I managed to get a few pictures so here they are.

If you don’t recognise the miscreant in all these photo’s perhaps you should check out their previous exploits by clicking below.

Here are some pics of me forging a knife the old skool Japanese way, in Japan at a little forge outside Kameoka. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place where mountains cut down sharply into lush fields through which deep rivers run and not all spirits are homeless.

     Not only was making a knife fun, if you like being super-hot, on a hot day, while trying not to fuck things up kinda fun. It was an experience I’ll use in my writing, just like I use my experience with ye olde weapons, thieving, and murder. Okay not the last two, honest. But I know what it’s like to be in a shield wall, a musket block with cavalry bearing down, and to ride at the tilt. Alas, I also know what it’s like to set myself on fire (with my musket), get slightly blown up, trampled, break bones falling off a horse, and be stabbed and stitched, but those are stories for another day. Be assured however, if you read my novels you’ll get a taste of those things, hopefully as second-hand through the lens of fantasy, safely bound in the pages of a book. So yeah, I made a knife and it works, and here are some pictures.