Swinging with the Orang Utans…
“So, why are you called Orang Utan Comics?”
Oh, this question…again. There should be an amazing answer to this. I should tell people that Pete and I met while hand rearing orang utans in the forests of Borneo, and discovered our mutual love of comics which talking over the camp fire at night. I should tell people that at the Bristol International Comic Expo in 2006 Pete and I got very drunk and awoke on the Sunday morning to find ourselves in bed with an orang utan. I should tell people that while sat pondering the name of our indie comics publishing company one stormy night, the window flew open with a loud crash and an orang utan came swinging in. I should tell them that while on an acid trip in the sixties I hallucinated an orang utan who told me to go and make comics, and when I doubted that anyone would read them, he simply told me, “If you build it, they will come.”
None of this, however, enters my head, and I simply stammer my reply, as always.
“Um, well, you see, er, Pete likes orang utans.”
