The first day of the rest of your life

He just keeps banging on and on

This one follows on from a previous one which you'll find by going back a bit. The labels underneath are probably the quickest way to get there.

Doubt. Guilt. Remorse.

Not in the mood for small talk

Bugger tennis

Still hanging about somewhere in the Cambrian

I really have to apologise for the punchline of this one. It's kind of like an unintentional curse. If you're old enough, or just obsessive enough about really cheesy and awful pop culture, those 5 words will have you trying vainly to get that fuqing song out of your head for the rest of the morning.
If you haven't been here before you can find past episodes of this little story by going back through previous posts (just click on one of those little labels at the bottom of the post). It might make some sense after you're read a few more but I'm not making any promises.

Tennis anyone?

And more smokey dog poos

More love

Every man is an island

A sensible alternative

Life's majesty and splendour

A new resolve

I've been doing it for a few weeks now but it's probably fair to let everyone know what's going on. I'll be posting twice a week: one of these 'daily' format strips will go up on a Monday and then, on Thursday, there'll be another 'daily' and a full-page weekly. And, if I ever find the time, I'll probably do even more. I'd like to think so.