Thank you Zack. I appreciate that. :)

I appreciate your major contributions to APB. The art is very original and on point. I like to lurk around your site because the work and your process is pretty inspiring. Keep creating!

Wow, when did we become so manly? Croquet and Darts? I think surely you mean arm wrestling, rugby, fire breathing, and drinking large kegloads of beer... surely? Although to be fair, we were doing that last part.

Hey Jack,This is me finally making contact. Worth the wait, excellent work old boy...can't wait to whip you at croquet and darts again.

I just wanted to comment on the work and that I think your skills are amazing. I'm a long-running player of APB and recognise all of your outfits. Its great to see the other work of the guy behind that :)

All the best, Helix

Honki up in here - causin shenanigans!

Oh and PS: Ruddy awesome work man.

PEEEEAKMAN!

Jack me old fruit, I was trying to find your email to contact you as it would be REALLY good to catch up. Drop us an email: ***********@hotmail.com, it's been way way too long.

Dan.

Good on you, Jack! It's great. Love, Wendyxxxx

Good on you, Jack! It's great.
Love, Wendy.

OH MY GOD! I have to read that book. If the rest of it is like that it should be stunning.

Lol.

Here's a link to the book: http://www.amazon.com/Bronwyn-Silk-Steel/dp/1587520664/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236726685&sr=8-1

And here's a link taking the piss out of it: http://www.kitei.net/mst/silk_and_steel.html

And I even went so far as to buy myself a copy since the PC Police are trying to keep me from reading the stupid thing online.

Jack, I went to look at the links and unfortunately the PC Police had taken them down. :( Below is however a small excerpt and I'm not going to go find it somewhere else.

Her spine was a snake. It was the track of a snake. It was the groove the water snake makes in the glossy mud of the riverbank. Her spine was a viper, an anaconda. It was the strength of the anaconda. It was the anaconda's unknown hieroglyphic. Her spine was a ladder, a rod; it was a chain, a canal, it was a caravan. Her buttocks were fresh-baked loaves; they were ivory eggs, they were the eggs of the lonely phoenix.

Hey Jack! Site's lookin good. :)

Jack oakman rocks