(Yeah, we know about the error. It'll be fixed for print, no worries.)
G'morning, Whitechapel. It's apparently snowing like the end of the world where Warren is, and we've got freezing rain here, bleh. How's everyone else?
God I love this series. The characterisation just keeps getting better.
It's not snowing here, but it has snowed. It's weird. For the first time EVER the North West of good ol' Blighty actually has it sweeter than anywhere else. Just enough snow to build shit. Not enough to put off commuting. Excellent.
Ha ha poor Jack, poor Connor! Fab pic of Cait on page 4 - that must have been a bitch to draw and I love the pose.
The gang is getting nostalgic...
Apparently it is SNOWPOCALYPSE in dear old Blighty except where I live which is almost clear. The office is dead quiet due to snowbound cow-orkers. This is good as I shall get the drawing pad out later. i have put up the poundshop xmas deccies at my desk.
I listened to my first Christmas tunes last night - I have found some new ones. My (large) Christmas collection is taking a turn for the country which is disturbing.
It's been snowing like the end of the world here as well - have been shambling around looking like an extra from The Road all week, have been snowed in for two days and am working out of my shed with great difficulty as our VPN can't cope with the number of people trying to access it. And all the lights in the house have fused, and the fusebox turns out to resemble something that Edison left lying about, so yeah, that's all shit.
Heh, I laughed so much at that last panel I thought my poor virally-swollen head was going to burst.
The local weather station says -4°C. The frost on the trees has started to melt though.
I have to tromp up the street to fetch some cash for my evil mother-in-law. I refuse to come back empty handed, so something warm from Greggs may accompany me back.
I'll keep an eye on the weather and play the "work-at-home" card on Monday though. I get more done here away from the inane gibberings of an office full of government employees anyway.
Warren, you have a filthy mind, but again, it made me laugh. The glee on that evil bitches face when she's telling Connor. I nearly leaked.
Third day unable to get to work. In all honesty, I could get there, if I had any tolerance for contact with snow. However, I don't. I hate the stuff. I'm not getting frozen soaking toes for anyone. It also means that I can't get to see my beloved this weekend, which is frustrating as hell. I've opted to go into work and multitask in quietitude tomorrow, so as not to dwell on it.
Well in contrast to the fimbulvetr engulfing the UK, the weather here is suspiciously pleasant - after the first of the summer heatwaves last week. Of course the dams are down to 32% so we're all going to DIE.
So much detail about our favourite Freaks! One wonders if any of them had anything even approaching a normal childhood.
(Note: I am now an old, old man and hence my idea of a 'normal' childhood is no doubt as current as smallpox inoculation...)
More snow than I've ever seen in Edinburgh this week, getting to and from glasgow for work has been a right ballache but I'm still loving it. I think I want to move to Scandinavia or Iceland or Antarctica now.
That Jack's a real motherfucker, apparently. It's raining here in sunny California and for the first time since June I'll have to take the train to work instead of riding my bike. Balls. I hate the rain, which is why I live in California. On the bright side, I'm finalizing the booking for my band's tour of Italy in April so I'm excited and have something to look forward to. So, it's ain't all doom and gloom even though the weather seems to think so.
The conversations about how they were named makes me wonder how much input the little Angels had in the process. You know, with everyone having a K sound in their name. Not that Arkady wouldn't have made a great Fred.
And I'm keeping busy. I've updated my serial-novel-blag-thing in a timely fashion every day of the week, which makes me proud. I could become an Internet celebrity yet.
For some reason I imagined Connor's mum as a crusty, haggard, awful-looking thing who forced Jack into it. Not a MILF at all. I prefer your take on things @NextThursday.