Even More From 89

…this is the last of it…

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…although my good friend Brendon says he’s been archiving his writings by running them thru a fax machine…

…sending them out to random numbers…

…so the end is out there somewhere.

 

…(anyone whose ol’ fax machine just burst into life and spat out about 20 pages of relatively well typed scripty-looking stuff titled “Ogden Mash star of the past in the future” should contact me at…)

Back In 89

…I started this “on-going” page format strip…Scan 414 Scan 415 Scan 416

 

…my good friend Brendon did round it out for me (i.e. he took the damn thing and wrote an ending!)..there was enough of it to almost consider it a graphic novel…

…but I got side tracked & never got on to finishing the damn thing….

…sorry B’.

Bear Conditioning

 

 

 

.…it finally occurred to me 26 years after drawing this cartoon….

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….bear conditioning….get it?…

Run Rabbit Run Rabbit Run Run Run

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….a little something that my love of drawing has it’s roots in…

…bloody thank you letters (ooo, no pun intended) were a major chore after xmas & birthdays because I grew up on the other side of the world from all my relatives…

…so that’s another thing I have to thank my Grandmothers for…

…and this time, because I’ve become more “wordy” as I’ve grown older,  I don’t have to squish a rabbit.

The Pitter Patter Of Well Shod Feet

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….I’ve worn steel cap boots (or tin-tips as we used to refer to them in the olden days) almost constantly (weddings, funerals & restaurants aside) for nearly 30 years now…

…normal shoes give me horrible blisters and really don’t “ground” me properly…

…normal shoes are completely unsatisfactory for kicking things…

…if you ever get the opportunity to be on a multi story construction site wearing steel cap boots…look for a stairwell with uncarpeted metal stairs…with a bit of practice you can run up the stairs just catching the last step with the edge of the “trailing”  boot as you pass…

…sounds like Quasimodo having a dysfunctional day….

…audibly anarchic.