More fallout from my recent experiences…
Not so much a comic, but a whimsical response to the masterful music and heady ambience of a jazz gig. Frank Harrison (keyboard) and Bobby Wellins (sax) at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop in Oxford.
May I take this opportunity to wish to all my readers, non-readers, search-engine-robots and those-who-are-too-young-to-ask-questions (those especially), a very happy and healthy arbitrary-annual-date-roll-over-moment; and best wishes for the period-until-the-next-one. In particular, those who celebrate a quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon* of thirds of Januaries – joy to you… about… NOW!
I’m sure that Itchy and Knee would wish for the same, if they would only stop squabbling for a little bit.
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Thanks to Karen for the idea for this one!
Polytunnels. One more thing to be scared of at the full moon. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the turnips.
We went to the exhibition of Gothic art at the British Library last weekend: “Terror and Wonder – the Gothic Imagination.” Highly recommended.
UPDATE: Potential solution to the poly tunnel menace:
I find myself wondering about alliterative story titles. If it had been not a princess but a countess then I suspect she would have been traumatised by a cauliflower rather than a pea.
See Aarne-Thompson classification number 704. Also see this.
It was amazing, and somehow sad all at once.
I though about having the caption: “Hello Neighbour — nice comet you have here. Do you need a jump start?” Please suggest any other captions in the comments.
I’m posting this before I go to the party, because there’s a good chance I will either be made to walk the plank or else expire from overdose of delicious food.