I spent the day on a training course today.
That was fun.
Allow me to introduce you to Captain Tourettes. He sat opposite me muttering swear words under his breath every 30 seconds.
Oh! And here’s his sidekick Nutjob Bobby! Bobby told me all about being in the army, being homeless for ten years and doing six years in Parkhurst for GBH, while I was trying to enjoy my lunch. I was also privy to inside information on the building site accident that buggered up his back, his sexuality, the knee injury that forced him to leave the army, and his former crack and heroin habit. And let’s not forget the graphic demonstration of the fight that got him slammed up – “So I just walked up to him right, and grabbed him like this and BOSH – nutted the fucker. Broke his nose I did. Then I really got stuck in – broke him in about sixteen places.”
THANKS BOBBY! That really put me at my ease.
The course didn’t teach me much, but my fellow students were a real education.
I'm might start a comic strip called Captain Tourettes and Nutjob Bobby. That'd be cool. I can't draw though. Anybody want to have a crack?
You'd be singled out by the Discrimination Board and beaten to within an inch of your life and crippled by the Disabilities Commission if you tried to publish a strip called that.
I'll buy a pencil.
I've got a friend who can draw
Show me a script, and I'll have a go.
Hurrah!
Peanut and Pockless, the new Kavalier and Clay.