Hourly

Yesterday was hourly comics day! I thought I would join in for once which is something I never do, unfortunately I spent the whole day gripped by a powerful ennui, some would say "Weltschmerz". Do not worry for me, I have a robust character, the problem with verité is that it is still open to interpretation.



I have omitted, for art's sake, a very pleasant conversation with my mother and father, and an hour I spent ironing while watching an excellent episode of Grand Designs. The cheering effect of these wore off around 5pm and, as depicted, I reassumed my Edvard Munch position until nightfall.

And I spelled "inexplicably" wrong.

In other news, my great ally Marlo Meekins has asked me to tell you she has a new print on sale. If not us, who will keep her in felt tip pens?