I have to admit one month later, I can’t find the bright side of losing my Slinky Son, but I started this year listening to Eric Idle’s audiobook Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life: A Sortabiography. I credit the Pythons for keeping me alive until black cats came into my life, and for the first week of 2019, one spent some time in my ears on those cold mornings when I was horribly aware of what was coming. Did I do my Slinky son justice? Only here in the comic. Would this be what he’d do? Obviously I think this is what he’d do. He was always singing, and sang this more than once over the years. Hell, I want this song played at my funeral.
Well, this can’t end well but the dance fights should be spectacular.
Happy Birthday to this whacked out comic’s biggest fan! I love yooooou! 😸
He is a good old-fashioned lover boy, he can sing me the phone book.
This comic was suggested by my Nan and I have no idea what the weather is like today but I hope its sunny and warm because for the past two months I’ve been making these comics a few days before they post and that’s dangerous.
Even I find it hard to believe I had a singing teacher once, but she tried to get me to write a song and then didn’t like my lyrics. I don’t know why, I can totally rhyme.
This is as close to a Christmas card as I’m getting this year, it’s been a weird one. Wishing you sunshine, love and fun always. We’re taking a few days off, see you next week!
I wrote that whole song in an instant and then was only able to manage “Huggie Bunches!” for my own thing I’m thankful for. But what more did I really need to say?
Thanks for reading, it means a lot to me to know our silly adventures are amusing you! *shares the pie*
If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
Yet another comic suggested by my Nan, singing at the table with the Ninja Twins, based on this strange out of context Fred Astaire musical number:
Two weeks ago I thought it would be clever to start the year with a musical number. Here’s hoping it plays out exactly as I drew it.
Here’s a present to everyone who is pottering around on the Internet today. Cheers!
What? It’s totally a family song, my Poppy sang it at weddings! I mean…it’s about bells on a string…RIGHT? 😉
Who else was told what 111 meant as a kid? Anyone?
Happy 111! I’m so confused!
How do you move in a world of fog that’s always changing things? You put Tom Waits in your ears, for starters. If there’s one thing 2016 has taught me, it’s to be grateful for people being not dead.
To the best of my knowledge there are no songs about John Howland falling off the Mayflower so please do not Google the totally fictional song I’m singing in search of the sheet music or lyrics because I claim no responsibility for what you may find.