Thse aren’t just eggs…

Things have moved on a bit since I was a kid and the best you could expect was a Cadbury’s Buttons egg which spilt in half to present a pouch of three chocolate buttons. Easter eggs are now art. Marks and Spencers have made this their speciality this year, with eggs that owe more to the art of Henry Moore than to the art of the chocolatier. In the last frame, Smith is sat behind the carrot cake flavoured egg from Waitrose I got Linda this year. Me? I’ve got a tiny Kinder suprise egg. That’s the joy of Type 2 Diabetes for you.

Doodle

This year’s calendar at work is a strange beast. It’s  from ‘Best of British’ magazine – a publication for nostalgic old men who can’t cope with the fact that it’s no longer 1957. Really it should be subtitled ‘why is everything different from when I was a child – why why why?’. The calendar pictures old toys, which tell you everything you need to know. It also picks out anniversaries which it considers to be of particular importance. Strangely, it chose to major on Britain winning the Eurovision Song Contest in 1967 with a song which Sandie Shaw herself postively hated.

Google actually ignored the anniversary, which was yesterday. It probably wasn’t obscure enough. Google’s style would be more to wait till the 53rd anniversary and then celebrate the man who made the microphones the song was recorded with.

 

Buster

Remember last Christmas’s John Lewis advert? This is the sequel.

Wordsworth

Blossom

I can fly so much closer to the wire on a weekly schedule. I have a couple of months of scripts in hand but every now and then something pops up and jumps the queue. This week I spotted that the apple trees were blossoming and wanted to use them while they were still out. As I write this a gale is blowing outside, and the trees are rapidly shedding all their flowers.

Social media for dogs

I’m reading Alan Bennett’s latest volume of diaries, and in one of his entries he talks about how each one of his plays seems to bud off of a speech that was in the previous one. Comics work in the same way. This is a separate flowering of an idea thrown away as the punchline in last Sunday’s strip.

Poo!

Planet Earth II

We may need it.