…aww, man….I fell off my schedule…you know, the one that allows me to publish up to 4 or 5 fresh coloured A4 pages week for your edification and entertainment….
….decorating and turning my house inside out after my house mate moved on is cutting into my drawing time so I’m having to go to once a week posting of full colour fresh stuff…will try and appease you, my regulars, with photos and wise words….bare with me…normal transmission will be resumed as soon as I get my evenings “back”….
…. : )
…the end I mean.
…what’s that burning smell?
…I’ve me card….
…I’ve me card.
…when I would write “the end” on this current story arc….
..but there you go…that’s all done.
…(no need to fret…. have ton of stuff from “the English note-book”, including a serial of sorts, all plotted and ready to go…same ol’ jokes, same ol’ place, same ol’ time…see you here).
…or the low road.
…ooo…ran out of fresh stories, so it’s back to where I was before I got side tracked by Dereks & Nigels & Planets filled with chicken-things…
…back to the screeds of stuff I wrote whilst operating a press-brake in a metal work factory in the UK…or under the influence of beer/cider…or under the influence of my Cousin Phil & his delightfully scatological kids…..
…smoothie anyone?
…nope, no more.
…we could always add the singing if you want….
…but you probably wouldn’t.
….and they all lived tentacly after.
Bored with a record shop. 