Oof!
Here we go. Who is that middle-aged man in casual slacks, leather blazer and red turtleneck? I’m sure someone will recognise him and tell us.
Bad Machinery
New comics by John Allison
Here we go. Who is that middle-aged man in casual slacks, leather blazer and red turtleneck? I’m sure someone will recognise him and tell us.
SPLOOT – TOSS – SPLOUK
Fortunately, the puffer would also cushion the impact considerably.
Almost sounds like someone is rereading Don Martin.
Schplap!
Has to be John Shuttleworth, surely?
He’s up and down like a bride’s nightie
Looks like a man with an Austin Ambassador Y reg to me.
You’ll think I’m crazy but he looks like an aged-up version of that Jilted John guy from the late ’70s..?
I’n having Brewster McCloud flashbacks. That is, if any of this can be believed.
The most vicious, unprovoked shelling of a waterfront since December 7, 1941.
I have an uncharitable suspicion that the gull is falsely j’accused here.
Yes – a Pigeon In Flight seems to be being hinted at.
Well, no, I’m suggesting that perhaps there was no bird at all involved in Lottie hurling her phone into the river and blowing off the meeting with the dowager, and the sequence here depicted is merely Miss Grote employing her legendary powers of confabulation in an effort to assuage a justifiably irritated Little Claire.
Alas John, you may have missed the subtext here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXp455mQ4xE
I’ve said before: Doctor Ladysounds convinced me long ago that you live in a much more musically advanced world than I.
That.Was.Fabulous. I love callbacks like that.
I wonder if Lottie and the avian category will ever be able to get back on good terms. Nice scene of progressive fainting.
So, THIS is Lottie’s grand re-entrance into our lives? I suppose it makes sense, given where her life was when last we saw her. I’d say something like “the only direction from here is ‘up'”, but I don’t want to jinx her.
And we’re back with a another spectacular John Allison splash page. It feels so perfect that this mundane avian defecatory mishap is the cause of last storyline’s mail-biting cliffhanger. Bonus for coining “Ornicorpaphobia!”
I deciphered Ornithocopraphobia without opening my big book of bigger words. Dad was proud.
I’m a callipygianophile!
I’m a callipygianophile and I’m mythophobic
I don’t know who the guy in the blazer with the yellow bag is, but I’m pretty sure his name is Gavin.
He looks like Henry Kissinger. But I believe HK would not be caught dead (hah) in a leather blazer.
We’re so back
Lottie’s clowning experience comes to the fore!
Also, was there once a time when I would have unthinkingly described that man as ‘old’ rather than ‘middle-aged’?
Mary sent John out for more margarine, by the looks of it.
John, that used to be a security guard at a sweet factory in the Rotherham area?
Yes yes you are very hot on the trail I think
Your writing is utterly delightful <3
Very happy to see the purple puffer again
“A Gulling So Fierce”. Was that a Monet or a Manet? I can never remember.
Fun fact: there are at least four different Don rivers in the UK; three in England and one in Scotland. There are also a couple more in France, one in Canada, four in Australia; but the most famous is the one in Russia.
And do not forget Monty Don
Around here we call that a “glazed Grote”
I swear the buggers do it on purpose. There’s one place I sometimes work at where, on returning to the car park to go home, I always find my poor little car thoroughly fowled.
I will read it as it’s serialized, but I will be less smug about my powers of self control this time around, a lesson has been learned about the fragility of existence.
I always download the stories as soon as they’re released on Patreon, but I don’t actually read them before they’re finished here.
Same!
They’re a menace! (sorry for the awkward link – I don’t know where else to find the old Steeple comics)
The Steeple archives will return, along with bobbins.horse and maybe a few more that have been off the web for a bit, in August. Once I’m back to full fitness, I’ll make new mini-sites for them all at scarygoround.com.
Here in Galveston if you don’t get dooked at least thrice every year by a seagull you’re not even trying.
Pigeons in fliiiiiight, I want to see you tonight…
The shudders…yep, I think Charlotte had a reasonable reaction actually…
Given the volume, that looks more like the effort of a crow.
Every gull reading this just took that as a challenge, you realize.
An Energy Crow, perhaps?