This will probably quickly turn into a long list of thanks with an over reliance on the phrase ‘super nice’ so feel free to skip this and move along to whatever Architecture Of Doom is posting today.
Arrived on the Tuesday before the show. Watched Argo, The Hobbitt and This Is 40 on the flight. Argo was ok the other two were a chore.
I’m staying in student halls of residence. $30 a night with shared bathroom. It’s fine.
5am Wednesday morning I got the streetcar to King St W then walked down to the waterfront at the bottom of Spadina. Giddy with excitement at the start of a new long walking project I set off with a spring in my step. 7 and a half hours later I was in Clarkson. It had been a great walk with loads to think about.
Knackered and thirsty I went in search of the nearest bar to my digs. Wasn’t easy. Toronto didn’t seem to drink. But then I found Ein Stein on College St and they had wifi so I had beer and first contact with wife for a bit.
Thursday morning 5am again but this time with a profound limp. But no matter, I’d walked these out before I could do it again. Too early for the subway to be open I walked down to Union Station. A bloody gorgeous station that I couldn’t really appreciate due to being pie-eyed with jet lag.
I got the GO train back to Clarkson, walked the 20 minutes from the station to the shore than carried on along my line to Burlington, 8 hours later. There is a LOT of money along the lakeshore. Every house is like The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’s house with an MTV Cribs extension. I can’t wait to draw a ton of them.
As a creature of habit, I intended, upon my return to Union Station, to get the subway to Queens Park then head to Ein Stein for beer and a Whatsapp sesh with herself. Except my body had other plans. Upon emerging from the subway I had taken on the gait of an elderly gentleman with rickets who had recently soiled himself. I couldn’t walk. I had fucked myself up good and proper. I’d walked too far with no breaks in the wrong shoes. Ah well. A few beers and I’d sleep it off. Be right as rain tomorrow.
Friday morning. My left foot was badly swollen and I couldn’t put any weight on it. No walking today. Putting an end to my plan to walk to Niagara Falls. Bit gutted. I’d never failed on a big walking mission before. But I was here mainly for TCAF and I needed to rest up for that. So Friday I pottered like a little old man. I went to The Beguiling. Met Pete (hi Pete) who was super nice.
Because I couldn’t walk very well I sat and drew a bit. I posted them on here the other day.
Saturday. First day of TCAF. Awake at 3am like a dick. Load in at the library was 7. After breakfast from the 7-11 at 5 I wondered on up to Yonge and Bloor, arriving at the venue at 6 and waited.
Oh yeah, the 7-11. In an effort to save money (drinking is a bit pricey here) I’ve been eating mainly from the 7-11. From Tuesday till today I have had wraps for breakfast lunch and tea. I’ve been mixing it up with the odd pita n’all.
I had lucked out on a sweet spot table wise. I was sharing a table with two guys I didn’t know. Always a bit apprehensive but I needn’t have been. Efehan and Aaron were hilarious and welcoming and perverted in equal measure from the get go. Poor Aaron though had got a $320 ticket for going thru a red light on his cycle. Mental.
On my other side were Fantagraphics, run by Jacquelene and Jen. Jacq bought a copy of Swear Down off me which I was made up about. Jen even promoted it on her twitter which was cool as. Both were sweet and funny and between the two boys to my left and these two, I was made to feel right at home.
Dash Shaw bought a copy of Proper Go Well High and I signed it for Dash Shaw and now Dash Shaw has one of my books. Dash Shaw.
Annie Koyama bought a huge Lego Star Wars set for my boy. I will have to break the box down and secrete the separate pieces about my person and luggage to get it home, but thanks!
Tom Spurgeon. What a gent. Bigging up my book to his mates (hi Gill), being a gopher for coffee and things and just being the nicest guy. He’s ace. Thanks Tom.
Sales wise I did well I think. Hard to tell but I felt like I had a good day. Did loads of signings and sold 16 books. Mainly Swear Down.
End of the first day and I was shagged. Knackered and limping I returned to College St (this time to Pour Girls) for beer and wifi.
Despite walking for half an hour and getting lost on one line of a two line subway system, I still managed to get to the TCAF party at The Pilot early. Crap venue, surly staff and over priced. I’d spent $30 in half an hour and still no one I recognised had turned up so I did one. Glad of an early night really.
SUNDAY! Ten hours kip! Zero hangover! And it was my birthday! I pottered down to the venue getting there an hour early. I watched the marathon that was on for a bit before meeting Jordan Shevley. We got on like a house on fire. He’s cool. Show opened and I’m the only one not hungover. Smug as shit.
A slower day than the Saturday I still shifted 10 books. Mainly Swear Down again. Efehan, Aaron, Jacq and Jen were all a hoot again.
Pour Girls and pita after a walk thru driving hail and snow followed before heading to the after party.
Met Jim Rugg who is super nice. We had a lovely wee chat. I told him I listened to his podcast while falling asleep which didn’t quite come across as the complement I meant it. Was introduced to Jamie Hernandez. Met Ed Piskor(?). Bent Jacq’s ear again (she’s cool as fuck), the Spurgeon love in continued, Adam Cadwell bought be birthday gin (thanks man), I wisely swerved hotel drinks after the party at The Marriott with the Fantagraphics guys and headed home more than a little half cut.
Now it’s Monday morning. I’m still limping and won’t be able to finish my intended walk. I’m a bit gutted but I’ve got 16 hours of walking material to work from. I can get something out of that.
I don’t fly home till Wednesday so I can just be a tourist for a couple of days.
There are kids everywhere and I really miss my boy.
Nice to meet you Charles Foresman. Sorry I missed you at the party.
Nice to meet you Box and Inkstuds.
Thanks Kenny Penman for publishing me and giving me a reason to be here.
Sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone.
Who was it who told me they’d had sushi pizza last night?
Thanks for the tree book Sean, it’s ace.
Thanks TCAF for being a bloody good show. I will be back.
It’s fricking freezing here.
Thanks for reading and sorry for crapping on with zero pictures.
Then we kiss.