Gianfranco Mancini’s Reviews > Sweet Justice: Selected Short Stories from the 2000 AD and Judge Dredd Annuals > Status Update

Calling the Lawmaster a motorbike was like calling its rider a policeman. It radiated authority and power, from the Justice Shield on the front wheelguard, to the tip of the twin exhausts at its rear. In between, the Notron V8 KT23 engine, silent now, waited to roar the rule of law through Mega-City One’s streets once more.

JUDGE ANDERSON: THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME By Mark Millar, Judge Dredd Yearbook 1992 ☆☆☆☆

An hilarious tale about degenerating sport rivalries between two city-blocks starring Anderson and Psi-Division.
Four silly sick stars.

Few Judges dared break up the riots. None would enter the Scot-Blocks at night – there was even a rumour that Judge Dredd himself had whistled and driven past a fight between two drunken Scotsmen. It’s said that even he was afraid to confront them, but this was only a

RADICAL CHEEK By Peter Milligan, Law in Order: Judge Dredd Annual 1990 ☆☆☆

A funny tale about fashion, mobsters, mind control and crime.
Sadly Max Normal never been a fan favorite character of mine.

Dredd pulled me to my feet and dragged me away from the boutique, then he threw me against a wall and pushed his face so close to mine I could see my reflection in his visor. My reflection looked as good as ever. It’s nice to know you can still count on some things.

JUDGE ANDERSON: DEAR DIARY By Peter Milligan, 2000 AD Annual 1988

A Memento-style mistery tale in Mega-City One starring Cassandra Anderson.
Not bad, ending rised final vote one star.

I see myself at the end of the day, smiling. But now I can see myself lying on the floor, bleeding. You’re getting confused again, Anderson. Don’t you think it’s a little unlikely that you’ll end the day smiling and bleeding? In my book, those two phenomena have always been mutually incompatible.

JUDGE HERSHEY: SWEET JUSTICE By Neil Gaiman, Judge Dredd Annual 1988 ☆☆☆☆☆

Stephen King meets (litterally!) Terry Pratchett in an hilarious alien sugar Brit-Cit mistery starring Judge Hershey.
Ten stars.

‘Be a good citizen,’ a recorded message implored her. ‘Please destroy your television set now. Support local obsolescence.’ Hershey had never destroyed public property in her life. She walked to the far side of her hotel room, took out her Lawgiver, and fired at the TV set. Her communicator crackled. ‘Hershey? It’s Armour here–! What’s that noise? I thought I heard a shot!’ ‘It’s just the television,’ she explained.

They travelled up in the elevator in silence, until Hershey said, ‘That thing on your chin. What’s it for?’ ‘It’s a beauty patch. They’re very fashionable. In Brit-Cit.’ ‘“A Judge,”’ quoted Hershey from memory, ‘“should be clean, upright, and stern. No more. We are not in a beauty contest.”’ ‘Judge’s Manual?’ She shook her head. ‘Dredd.’ ‘Oh.’