John, please
I’ve always been wary of naming a character “John”. But, I mean, this is so clearly author insertion that it would be disingenuous not to call him John.
I’ve always been wary of naming a character “John”. But, I mean, this is so clearly author insertion that it would be disingenuous not to call him John.
That’s a dubious looking pint even before whatever happened in the last panel?
I’ve drunk similar ones.
Sssssup
I rate his chances of returning alive from the gents to be no better than 50:50
Optimist.
Or he’ll do a runner and let the girls pay.
I think the girls were buying anyway.
What in the world is that blue thing on the back wall in the last panel?
I can’t tell if it’s on the back wall, or if it’s a small thing floating above one of the pint glasses.
Some sort of mutant fish leaping from one of the glasses?
Perhaps some kind of supernatural entity. They often have long noses in the Tackleverse.
I’m inclined to agree, it looks very ghost-like.
I parsed it as the ghost of the pint just sunk – no?
It is, but I was meant to take it off because it was a bit vague. Thank you, Tom, for helping the readers out.
Is this a John Bigbooté or John Parker situation? John O’Conner? Lord John Whorfen?
Are all carnies named John?
All we know is, wherever he goes, there he is.
Well we know it is not John Valuk. John Valuk is dead. He fell on his head.
That’s “Bigbootie”! Or is it John Smallberries?
Seeing as the is Tackleford, it does not seem much of a stretch that the circus posters would pass through the eighth dimension to get onto the vacant shops’ windows…
Learning more British slang in this strip than in the past. Old Bill, eh?
Now, the Reckless Cooper: is that the tradesman? Opposed to a Cautious Cooper?
There is a pub opposite Bristol Temple Meads station that used to be called the Reckless Engineer, in tribute to the great engineer I. K. Brunel, who built the line from Bristol to London. Brunel could be an impulsive man, and on one occasion accidentally inhaled a coin when performing a magic trick for his children (he then invented apparatus to hang himself upside down to get the coin back out again). The pub is now called the Sidings. I don’t know where coopers come into it, unless that’s a local trade in the Tackleford area, or maybe Blossom’s reputation precedes her.
Brunel was a badass and some kind of genius, but “designing orthopedic apparatus whilst choking” is just a piece of showing off.
I’m thinking 37 clowns in a mini-Cooper is how you get the Reckless Cooper.
I think its more likely to create a wrecked Cooper.
A cooper makes barrels
Q. How do you get 37 Canadian clowns in a Mini Cooper?
A. You say “Please get in the Mini Cooper.”
(this joke shamelessly stol—… er, adapted from my wife Alex)
This strip contains a Reckless Cooper and a Mini Cooper… can Agent Cooper be far behind??
It was nice getting to know John while he lasted, but we’ve known for a long time that going to a Tackleford pub bathroom mid-revelation is a death sentence.
He’s very old and very, very tall. Even Mildred’s is impressed. But seems to be a good man.
All the more reason he probably won’t survive his trip to the head.
Who is that with the conical head reading the paper in the background?
Dr Roderick Morrison
Is he a GP or a specialist?
I’m not sure he’s a medical doctor at all. He might be a “self-styled” Doctor like Dr John or Doctor And The Medics.
Hey, Dr John is awesome. He walks on guilded splinters.
The gris gris gumbo yeh yeh man will find no quarrel from me.
Getting a Carl Fredericksen vibe from John in panel one; panel 2 (pointy nose, great height) dispel the resemblance somewhat.
Also, I can empathise with him–at our age (well, he’s got a few years on me), the calls of nature don’t permit long conversations + drinking without frequent breaks.
Is Lottie wearing Louboutin shoes? Assuming those aren’t knock-offs, they are 700 USD/510 GPB / 525 EUR. I only know Lottie from the series Wicked Things but she didn’t seem the type to drop that kind of scratch.
*GBP
Sorry for my mistake. Boot prices are more like 1k USD/ 710 GBP / 823 EUR
http://us.christianlouboutin.com/us_en/shop/women/turela-3.html
I respect being committed to an aesthetic.
My feeling was that they were knock-offs!! I remembered those pricy red soles from Sex & The City.
Circa 1970, my mother owned a Mini Cooper. I rounded up all the kids and the neighborhood and we got 17 in the car – including two in the boot. Far short of a Clown’s Dozen, but quite impressive, I felt.
You have won today’s Golden Anecdote Prize and will also be allowed to use the member’s lounge for 28 days for use of the phrase “Clown’s Dozen”.
Also, his name, his NAME!!!… so good.
I’m looking forward to seeing where this story goes. It seems obvious to me that a circus manager (yeah, that could be an oxymoron) could just contact the owner of a vacant building and ask what they would charge to let the circus have posters up in the windows for a while. But the girls see something sinister going on…
The ladies have explained why this could not, would not happen. And incidentally, is not what happens “IRL” either (in the course of making this story I did find out how they do it)
I assumed that a contortionist climbs in through a ventilator or poorly-secured upper window.
Just wait until I blow the lid off this one. I suspect the whole industry will be brought to its knees.
Could be the same guy that owns the circus and the buildings but what do I know?
TAKE ‘EM DOWN, JOHN!!!
Just beware of a Man on Stilts!
Trap door. Has to be a trap door.