Hello, today I’d like to give you a brief account of cult super hero Evolution Boy (later Evolution Man).

The first appearance of this character was in the wartime propaganda series of “Violence Comics”. These comics were largely narratively simplistic affairs, delivering tales of moral superiority and fisticuffs to the troops. Most stories would involve Nazi scientists creating a new weapon, which Evolution Boy (perhaps with one of his Super Buddies) would destroy with contemptuous ease.

Violence Comics was wound down after the war, and the character was largely forgotten as the public at large began to turn away from super hero comics. He would be brought back in 1963 following a new wave of interest in the genre following the introduction of the Comics Code Authority. Sales of The Extraordinary Evolution Boy were never particularly high, but were enough to sustain the title as an ongoing series for a number of years.

During the 1970s a new creative team took over the production of the Evolution Boy ongoing. This marked a dramatic shift away from the title’s short and fantastical story lines towards a more science fiction tone, as well as working the character into the regular continuity of their other super hero lines. Despite this shift, sales of the title dropped steadily and the comic was cancelled. The final issue was number 160 and featured the death of Evolution Boy at the hands of nightmarish alien invanders as part of a large company wide crossover event.

In 1987 the character was dragged from relative obscurity when celebrated creative team Darren Moore and Alvin Davis released an extremely popular limited series of the renamed Evolution Man. The series introduced an older Evolution Boy and paid particular attention to the impact of being super powered on his alter ego Matthew Ward and family. Whilst the ending is left ambiguous, it is generally accepted that Evolution Man is killed again.

-Matthew (HUGE thanks to Lisa for the colouring on this)

Really not happy with this, funnily enough. Didn’t give it the time it deserved and had to cut loads (really, really loads) of content because of time constraints (and I was still late!)

-Matthew

Possibly overlong, hopefully not too dull.

I’m going to post a bunch of old work I did for Fine Art back in school, and mix it up with a mildly embarrassing tale from around the same time. All fairly personal, so I’ve no idea how interesting it’ll be for onlookers, big but not clever, OK? OK.

Whilst an unfortunate combination of grievous whisky abuse and the internet has left me a broken, bloated husk of a man, I was a fairly fit youth. Back then I dived, fenced and rock climbed, amongst other more mundane things. This story involves the diving.



Swimming costumes are designed by perverts. I am thoroughly convinced of this.



So a bunch of us older teens and a gaggle of younger kids (but what teenager in their right mind would deign to acknowledge the presence of a younger person?) standing around discussing the usual topics of teenage interest (genitals and the various functions of genitals), only functionally naked and soaking wet. For an hour. Every week.

It could be a hard time for me.

One of the lovely young ladies asked me out, once. I immediately turned bright red, spluttered something incoherent and body slammed the pool from 3m up. We never really spoke again.

It was a bit of an anti climax for me, too.

Playlist: New Young Pony Club, CSS, Black Kids and a smattering of Ladyhawke.

No Long Blondes though, never any of them.

(oh god I’m so sorry) - Matthew

-Matthew