Tomerton Village

From the pages of Ian Fleming & Commando Comic, comes this four part action adventure epic... In the dead of night, a shadowy figure lurked at my doorstep. With silent precision, he picked the lock. Inside, the prowler moved from room to room, looking for something. Or someone. Till he found what he wanted. Lights snapped on, and a booming voice commanded: 'Captain Yates - stand to attention!' To be quickly ammended - 'Good god man, at ease! Get dressed Yates, and find your passport'. +++++++ In the kitchen, Brigitte and Stephanie were good enough to cook breakfast while the Brigadier briefed me: 'We have unconfirmed reports from a reliable source of something big, and we're sending you North Aviana to find out. You'll rendezvous with our associates at the airport, who will escort you to the site. Then contact me with your findings as soon as you can. It's a nasty part of the world Yates, watch your back - and good luck...

After weeks of training i was ready. i knew the course like the back of my hand. There was only one serious rival, and i had his mark. First prize in The Tomerton Dash would be mine. Arriving on the day, i collected my race bib and moved to the change rooms. It was here i first caught glimpse of my competitors. A scruffy bunch of chancers. And he, Gordon Goodney. I gave a terse greeting. Peculiarly, as i dressed, all the others disappeared into the one toilet cubicle together - from where i heard scraping and snorting sounds. I assumed this was race nerves, and felt even more confident in myself. Shortly after, they all tumbled out, behaving most oddly. Davey Ravey kept waving his hands in the air (almost as if he was dancing to some imagined hypnotic music). Gary Gurner was chewing furiously and kept sipping from a bottle of sports-pop. Barth Whitey really wasn't well. But Goodney himself was looking pepped, focused, ready to race. At the starters gun, we were off. I expec...

Visitors often come away with the impression that Tomerton is profoundly out of step with history and culture. This incident may have contributed to things: I'll admit my hearing is not the best, and when the noise first started, I thought it was the pipes. It was a booming rumble, with a constant high pitched squeal. I tried to ignore it, but it seemed to re-occur everyday around lunch-time. This was driving me batty. I started poking round the house, trying to find what it was. It was certainly worse downstairs, and I guessed i'd probably be able to hear it on the street. So I asked some of the teenagers standing in a queue outside my house if they could hear it. 'Yess!!! We love it !!! Woooo!!!!!' They weren't very helpful. I popped back inside for a cup of tea, and there I wondered - why are dozens of teenagers standing in a queue outside my house? I got my coat. I followed the queue, hundreds of them, youngsters girls, boys - all in l...

Dear Tom, In the late 1970s I made a movie, which, although it was a massive success, wasn't exactly as I meant it to be. I wanted it made with models; not only the special effects, but all of it. I spent ages trying to explain this to the studio people and producers, but they just didn't get it. I was wondering, if using 1/76-o-vision, you could re-make it for me, properly? Many thanks, George, America From deep in space, a capsule plummetted through the atmosphere, a burning streak in the sky, till it came to a crashing halt in the ice encrusted surface of the planet hoth. Smoke and steam billowed from the rubble strewn scar. Its payload was intact. A light flicked on, the top half of the battered capsule unscrewed itself, and there emerged spidery metal limbs one by one. Righting itself, the visitor began to hover, just a foot above the ground. Its head - a dome of instruments defined by a large black eye - swiveled. It was ready to begin its survey. With an el...