Of late my comics have lacked for relatable characters, but not any more, for here is a sort of cross between Noseratu and Stig of the Dump. Did you ever read Stig of the Dump? That was a good one when I was a youngster. I somehow managed to read it right on the summer solstice (doubtless via the nudge of some well-intentioned librarian or teacher) and it was imbued with great power. He was just a neanderthal (maybe) living in the modern world through some kind of crazy wormhole situation? Now that’s relatable.
I love to draw a dry stone wall. Though really I should put my money where my mouth is and go on a dry stone walling course. Finally work out where those stones are actually meant to go.
It’s hard to know which is the most vivid fantasia on this page; Davy’s ever-evolving night beast vision, or Nemulon’s agricultural subsidy form, which features some truly exotic lactations, plus chibi Esther to help you along.
Nemulon-14 lacks Nemulon-13’s nuclear core, ability to expand to a vast size, and many of the more exciting features it brought to bear during the NEMS storyline. But it does come with an office suite and a really rapid laser printer.
Esther keeps a mental checklist of era-specific popular martial arts to ask people if they know, you know, when it all kicks off. 1975: kung fu. 1988: ninjitsu. 2001: Dance Dance Revolution. And so on.
This is quite a busy story, it’s been hard to find places to draw Nemulon at full extension. Anyway, here he is at the midpoint of this tale. The second half commences on Monday.
I’ve been fascinated by pea pod wine since I watched a TV show where Giles Coren and Sue Perkins tried to live like “The Good Life” TV show. Not fascinated enough to drink it, you understand. I remember Coren saying “it’s the sort of thing you’d give to the children.” I don’t think it was the hookily uploaded episode below but you can fill a merry hour of your life watching it rather than looking at a bad situation on your phone.
I live near a smallholding and enjoy observing the animals. There used to be a rooster who had a crow like a donkey’s bray, “HEE HAWWWW” all day long, but alas he was eaten by, I believe, “some bastard fox”.
