This is structured like most children’s picture books. You know the kind…
One morning, Jones went out for a walk.
First she met Smith. He was underneath a wastepaper basket.
“Hi, Smith” said Jones.
“Morning” said Smith
Then a few minutes later she met Chumley. He was under a cardboard box.
“Hi, Chumley” said Jones etc etc…
Royal weddings. FA Cup Finals. Perhaps not the best day for the Hastleons to be putting on its Cabaret night, but that’s where I’ll be, having no real interest in either football or Harry and Megan.
Sandy is a Chelsea supporter because that’s the team I was told I supported when I was a kid, and they seem to have made it to the Finals tomorrow. They are the blue one and the other team is the red one.
As last week – Sandy hasn’t appeared in the strip much since we went weekly, so here she is again.
2016 was a year in which the human race seemed to take leave of its senses. We’re in for a wild ride in the next few years as the consequences of the stupid decisions we’ve made this year play through their inevitable courses. Stay safe, folks.
The sound effect ‘Ptui’ is taken from Peanuts. Not too sure where ‘Glom’ came from, though.
This is one of those four panel narratives where everything is a direct consequence of the previous panel and the action just flows in a satisfying way. And it has my usual wet liberal message about the futility of aggression.
I intended this just to be about Sandy seeing something that looks like a stick and chasing after it. But some people saw something more in it – Sandy seeing the twig as a tree, turning this into a pee joke in an unseen fifth panel. It’s actually a better punchline so I’ll let that interpretation go by uncontested. And we can add it to the long list of strange correlations between this strip and Donald Trump’s presidency.
Written and drawn while I was in the States during the final surreal stages of the election. Was I inspired by an urge to hide behind a bunch of cushions until the tartrazine demagogue went away? Not really. I was inspired by being in a house which contained a dog, a sofa and lots of cushions. And I had an idea for a very bad pun which needed to be set up today…
And no, I don’t know how Sandy got in the house.
The problem with dogs is that they don’t have an off-switch and you can never play alone.