Chapter: MURDER SHE WRITES

Poor Barry. Imagine being Shelley’s agent. No fun at all. Barry returned many years later in “Author Unknown”, the Steeple crossover that served as a spiritual successor to this one.

Here’s the page I had to add a bit to in order to make it into a real page. All-new drawings that hopefully look like the historic ones.

Many tiny triumphs on this page. Panel 2 from Polly’s perspective, and the discovery of the landline, both high points that still please me.

I’m a big fan of Hugo’s historic look. He’s made the most of that failing cockatoo crest. Derek also looks fab.

I really raised awareness of Bulmer’s Ventricle with this comic, a heart condition characterised by thickening of Braithwaite’s Cotillion and the slow degradation of the pulmonary wattle.

This page is even seamier, this website should be in a brown paper bag, swit swoo!

This tale is seamy! I had forgotten how seamy! Apologies to all readers, I will now step back from the conversation and let other (seamy) voices be heard.

Flubs AND crem? I think you’ve got to have both or you’re not really on holiday.

There are plenty of characters in my cinematic universe who have yet to learn the skill of keeping their monologue internal.

It’s difficult to describe how pleased I was when I came up with Lottie popping out of the laundry basket. I’m always delighted when I can deliver a new kind of emergence. There’s a recent NEMS comic where Esther emerges from some zig-zag curtains. I had that one on the back burner for a while.