Over the last three or four months one of the most pleasurable parts of my day has been checking in with what’s going on over at the blog I Wonder what He’s Doing Now, as it serialises an issue of Steve Aylett’s Jeff Lint’s The Caterer. Give me a fast minute to unpack that litany of names for you.

Okay, so Jeff Lint is the creation of Steve Aylett, who wrote about him in his fictional biography, Lint. Lint is a science-fiction writer of peculiar singularity and uncanny nuance, a man who lives a tumultuous life of opaque epigrams and shattered storytelling. In the biography, Aylett describes Lint’s time spent writing a comic in the 70’s for the small company Pearl Comics, who managed to put out nine baffling issues of the title before a murder-spree set in Disneyland landed everyone in hot legal water. Issue 3 of the title has now been assembled from what looks like old issues of Man-Thing or something, and it is not only available to buy, but is also previewable in the form of a blog. The blog I Wonder What He’s Doing Now, in fact. The one I mentioned back in the first paragraph. You remember.

It’s an incredible read. Quite literally incredible, in the sense that you’ll have difficulty believing that you are seeing words put in quite that order, that those images are juxtaposed with those words. Whether it’s moments of unhinged confrontations in cafés or graveyards, or whether it is grand visions of secret worlds or angry battles with assertive chickens, well, it’s all in there. A loving tribute and knowing parody of the density and skewed imagination on display in the Marvel comics of the 1970’s, I want to entreat all of you to take the time out of your grey lives and take the time to take a look.

Now, everybody else on the internet already talked about it at length, so I’m not going to do so, but I do have a particular reason for bring the comic up as something to mention. While the blog has already fully serialised the story, I noticed that on Monday the whole process has started over from the beginning, affording the chance for a whole new wave of readers to join in at the start and experience the story as I did, as a little drip of hallucinogen to help get you through those normal, unsatisfying days…