Delighted to feature the late Alan “Fluff” Freeman in today’s comic. Fluff seemed about 100 years old when I used to listen to him on Pick Of The Pops in the 90s. I looked at photos of him in 1963: basically the same, hair slightly less wide. Respect.
Whenever Shelley has to explain that anything is “from the future”, she substitutes the words “from Finland”. I’ve been to Finland, it is quite futuristic. The perfect cover. In Shelley’s world, as established in the first comic of this story, Freddie & The Dreamers are the most famous and influential pop group of all time. Hence her frankly extra-order reaction.
I learned the phrase “Italian rarebit” from a documentary about 60s mods. It’s not just another of my so-called “Jally japes”.
I wonder what Ringo’s fascination is with human-faced trains? I hope we get to address this matter further.
Gerry Marsden, of Gerry and The Pacemakers, is not going to be tempted by any dockside “action”. Not even Ludo, a game that was still widely available when I was a child, but not to the extent that anyone still knew how to play it. PS I spent a long time in consultation to find an appropriate euphemism for “sex worker” for this comic and I hope I made the right decision.
I apologise for today’s gratuitous bundle with a pig man. The grappling extends into tomorrow so bring your smelling salts.
The unbridled savagery of this sequence will no doubt see me branded an “outlaw” artist but I’m ready for my new life, deep underground.
Introducing… MIIISSS CILLLAA BLAAAACK. If you don’t know Cilla, I’d start with her obituary (apologies for linking to the Telegraph but their obituaries are the best).
The men in striped shirts are the Eggtones. Their party-centric surf sound is perfect for any beach blanket boogie situation or drag race.
