My commentary when I put this up on Tapas was the fairly cryptic:
ECCLES: (sings) “I talk to the trees. That’s why they put me away…”
I was so pleased to discover that despite the site skewing to a much more youthful demographic than GoComics, and also a much more international one rather than just THE UK and US, people still knew who the Goons were.
Here’s a sample.
The first grass cutting of the year always smells a bit special – especially when you’re at school and the smell of cut grass wafts into the room during a boring trigonometry lesson.
This started off as an April fools’ gag but it went somewhere else.
I can’t wait for GoComics to restart and to return to drawing three times a week. Then I can go back to constructing stories rather than producing one offs, which at the moment are tending to react to the day’s news and just get a little grim. I’m using Scrumpy, who is very much the manifestation of my cynical pessimistic side far too much these days… I want to produce more zany Jonesness, or gentle Chumleyness.
Incidentally, we’ve heard gtom GoComics towers, and there’s no chance Sherpa is going to relaunch this year. They still have no idea when it’s going to begin again, only that it will. Eventually. So it looks like Smith will be returning to it’s three-a-day schedule sometime in early summer 2018, as that’s when the daily reruns on Tapas are going to catch up with real time.
OK, that’s greys dealt with. You won’t see them again in this comic.
My tribute to Snoopy’s dances of joy from the Peanuts cartoons. Two of the poses are taken directly from Schulz. But then the reality of dancing with ears has to intrude.
Sponsor me. I’m dreading this.
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.
Happy new year.