Joseph Wrenn wins wins wins wins wins. My brain is soupy and my legs are danced out but I am pleased as punch. Love youse.

Yes, My artist is way way talented. From Jeff Lemire's Tales From the Farm

Silly squiggle monster, I know Six-Star Pirate-Eye Shadow Kung-Fu. Prepare to be straightened out.

With the touchpad today.

Why does it feel so much like I'm so broken that I'll never love again. Sobriety never used to feel quite so bad as the other. Lines are blurring and I think I'm on the verge of something quite awful. Sorry no shite comic today or for many days. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but self-loathing takes precedence.

Going out

Birthday gift - Cufflinks

I can't do a bates comic today, technical difficulties.

I done pierced my ears like a good little girl, but my beard and hair cover it so you can only see them if you're really looking.

Knife Fights

Proud of myself for this one. On Whitechapel.

Someone: Picture of a giant metal slide
Someone else: I hate those slides hot butt etc. etc.

Me: See I kind of like the slides - not for using, never for using - because out of the context of their environment, they appear to be sort-of art deco monuments to absolutely fuck-all. Who can't get behind that?

I drew that in the middle of my local pub by the way. Beer tastes better at lunch time.