
From left to right: Andrew Martin, Lee Jackson, me, Frank Tallis. Lee jokes about just liking to kill people. At least, we all took it as a joke.

From left to right: Lee Jackson, Andrew Martin, me, Barry Forshaw. Frank, the master of the locked room mystery, manages to disappear from the panel without anyone noticing.

From left to right: Lee Jackson, Andrew Martin, me, Frank Tallis, Barry Forshaw. See, there was an audience.

From left to right: me, Frank Tallis, Barry Forshaw. I'm not confused, I'm just deep in thought. Honest.
I wrote a bit more about the event over at the Rap Sheet.
1 comment:
And the cat?
Under the table?
It must be wonderful to be doing things like this... great to see!
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