Glorious catharsis
I wrote a camping issue of Giant Days (issue 12) and I just want you to know that I re-read that issue to make sure I didn’t repeat myself other than to reference myself, brilliantly as always.
I wrote a camping issue of Giant Days (issue 12) and I just want you to know that I re-read that issue to make sure I didn’t repeat myself other than to reference myself, brilliantly as always.
The Poop Tardis is pure John Allison brilliance.
It’s smellier on the inside.
You’re right, John, catharthith would be a bridge too far.
“Catharthith” sounds like lthe name of some terrifying eldritch entity from an H P Lovecraft novel.
Or a fairly average Welsh place-name.
Not enough Ys or Ws.
I’ve done some snow camping in my youth. Better in theory than in practice, and not so great in theory to begin with.
IME, 32Ā°F and snowing is way better than 33Ā°F and raining.
You have learned your lessons well, young padawan.
What I never understood was how one can get wetter wading through chest high bracken than falling in a river?
Wasn’t Little Claire getting over her lisp (except during major stress)? Or is she permanently wired these days because of Lottie? Also whatever became of the lads? No one even mentions them, not even Mildred or Shauna when they dropped by. Have they ceased to exist? Fallen into some existential wormhole and forgotten by all?
Re: Claire, yes. Lottie perpetually stresses her out. As for the lads, I just don’t know what they’re doing, I’ve thought about ways to bring them back, even for cameos, but I’ve lost my feel for who they are. That can always change but as time goes on, it gets harder.
I’m sure everyone is going well, with the only exception of Linton. That poor guy was cursed since the beginning in following his father’s footsteps.
No need to wring every ounce of sequel out of your IP like some other (admittedly very successful) comic franchises! It’s good to leave those loose ends, to let us have our strange mystery boys headcanon.
I’m thinking about the mystery boys now, wondering where they’re at
Iām guessing Jack and Linton have partnered up to start a craft brewery and have grown goatees. Sonny is a scholar of some kind or other, plummy and enjoying the prestige on the outside, but feeling trapped by the confines and politics of academia on the inside.
I would imagine Sonny is following in his father’s footsteps, on the surface climbing the ladder to business success, but deep down, missing those days when life was more far interesting than spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Linton might be torn between a career in law enforcement and acting, having grown into an Adonis, women throwing themselves at his feet – a situation that he is woefully unprepared for. Jack is a wild card. He could be Tackleford’s latest failed musician & slacker layabout – or perhaps stumbled into making a fortune doing incredibly dopey podcasts. One thing’s for sure: Jack’s sister probably still torments him every chance she gets. š
Really, Claire, if you didn’t know what you were getting into when you signed up, you’ve had plenty of time over the last seven years to figure it out.
What is the issue with camping? Bears?
If they were American women, bears would be a more palatable option than men (outside of Ygln, of course).
Wolves I think.
Wolves are extinct in the UK, with the possible exception of man-wolves like Brian.
I was thinking of the wolves in Giant Days when the girls go for a hike in the mountains. That must have been near Sheffield. But I think I did read that there are plans to release wolves in the UK but I don’t know if that actually happened or not. There was some hair brained plan to release them in order to control an exploding deer population.
My grandfather, who was a civil engineer, told me a story about an exploding deer population one time. When they were cutting the path for I-91 through the hills, the local deer had taken to going down to the storage bunker to lick the glycerin sweat off the dynamite…
Phantom lions. Like the beast of Exmoor or the Surrey Puma.
Devil bears. Graham’s three words are “pneumatic energy project”.
Looks like Glenn is going to the Poop Tardis for some Cartharsis.
I think that Claire’s curiosity about Glenn sad, dramatic past is huge. I too wonder who this guy so practical and philosophical is. Maybe he worked with Peter Jackson and follow him to London, but his hopes were crushed? Nice to see Lottie so happy again.
Glenn is taking a roll of Cartharsis paper with him.
Glenn has been looking increasingly dire, but maybe a visit to the Poop Tardis is all he needs?
Only in John Allison’s Britain do the outhouses sparkle. It’s amazing.
It’s a time travelling poop tardis of course. Hence the sparkles. I suppose that’s one way of getting rid of it.
It’s smellier on the inside than the outside!
That’s pretty much true for ALL outhouses, though. Does that mean all outhouses are secretly Tardises?
Portmanteauing with palace, are they secretly all Turdaces?
In our own way, aren’t we all trying to deal with sh*t from our past?
In reality, it’s the sh*t from my future that is concerning me today.