I clicked on this expecting to find a thread full of anecdotes of Mr. Ellis planting a cane in someone's ass who came up to ask him about a revival of /Thunderbolts/ or the like. Disappointing.
C'mon, who's met the bastard? Did he puke on you? Did the puke smell more like Redbull or Whiskey? Did the puke speak in futuristic algorithms and/or binary code whilst writhing it's way into your pours??
@Sonny I got Warren to sign CLV, and shortly after published a blog post called "I have looked into the dead eyes of Warren Ellis, and I have survived". It now seems to have mysteriously disappeared. Hmmm