Putting the Boot in

"What's the influence behind your new, critically-acclaimed sculpture?" asks the formally-dressed journalist. She is sat opposite a casually dressed man, in a plain, badly-lit room full of cameras, microphones and production crew. "Because most people would see this as being just a collection of rubbish, which you've insultingly labelled as being art."

Maurice smiles. 3 times he's been asked that question today. It's the 17th time about this specific piece. 97 times since he became famous. Countless times before that.

"I don't chose what gets called art. I just express myself. For example, why did you decide this is news? Why is a piece of artwork more newsworthy than poverty, war and death?" The eye's of the journalist narrow.

"Because everyone's talking about you. Everyone wants to know more about this thing you have produced. Oh, and the end of your three year marriage to Cat Fitch. How you dealing with that?"

Tweeting Crows

This comic came about while I was thinking up cow puns, which led to Scarecrow puns, which obviously led to this comic. What else was I supposed to think about whilst having a bath?
In other news, I intend to enter a scarecrow competition, in which I stuff a cow onesie with straw and call it a Scarecow... Oh, how whimsical am I!?

N.B. I'm aware that could easily be a scarecrow of any woman...

Pete's Box

It was midday and Pete was sat in his bed killing Nazis on his Playstation whilst munching a packet of cheesy nachos. His lips were orange, and so were the bed covers from where he wiped his hands to not cover his controller in cheese.

“Time you got out of bed now, Petey”, said his mum as she walked in with a pile of fresh, clean clothes. “Come on, put this shirt on. Have to look smart for the lawyer’s today.”

“Do I have to go?” moaned Pete. “It’s only Grandad’s Will reading; it’s not as if he’s going to give me anything. He never liked me.”

Owl's About That, Then?

Birds and Worms probably aren't two creatures that would work well in a relationship, but this is the world of comics and animation, and anything can be friends with anything. I mean, who ever thought an Ogre, a Donkey and a Cat would end up being reasonably successfully? Or that some fish, a few sharks and a bird could work together to rescue a young Clown Fish?
Anyowl, I should be doing work...

Legacy

Yeah, I know there are a lot of practical issues with this comic, but to be honest, I just wanted to share this bad pun. I appreciate it probably isn't worthy of its own comic, but I'm trying to boost my motivation to be honest...
Do worms have testicles by the way?

The Unspoken Rules of Transport

We all know that when we get on public transport, we are expected to behave in certain ways, which are synonymous with a functioning society. Law dictates we cannot start punching fellow human beings, however irritating or punchable their face may be.  Public announcements on transport inform us that we cannot take bicycles onto the tube with us, and that we should not leave items unattended. These we must abide by.

Friday The 13th

A new character has arrived... A female worm!

I know, female worms don't have hair, but I'm not sure there is anything remotely accurate about my drawings...
Anyway, remember that if a black cat crosses your path, you have to chase after it and kiss it!

Jogger's Bench

The man led his wife further into the woods, as they jogged down a dry dusty pathway, in between tree trunks and over exposed roots that arched out of the ground like a mythical serpent. Crystals of light appeared through the leafy ceiling above as they left a trail of steam escaping out of their mouths, behind them. Another couple approached from behind.

Destiny

They were sat in the front seat of his orange Micra. Water was lashing down out of the sky, and the wipers were quickly waving as a light mist began to slowly build on the windows. The car was filled with a red glow from the streetlight they were parked under, apart from the occasional bright light from a passing car.

However, they were interested in none of that. They were too engrossed in that moment, in that car, with just the two of them. They were just frozen, staring at each other with water in their eyes.

Lord of the Flies

The worms have returned, looking slightly different. Hopefully the worms will revisit more regularly from now on...

This is a true story (of sorts). The whole event reminded me of A-Level English Literature reading A Streetcar Named Desire... We were given books, and there were various roles such as 'Priest', 'Parents' and 'Godparents', and we read the parts we were given to the rest of the congregation. The man playing the 'Priest' was very good - he put on an Irish accent and everything!