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The inner life of the one-man-band man's dogThis week's strip has the most unwieldy title to date! I'm so proud. A dog story to balance out the other week's cats -- inspired by one of Oxford's many buskers. I used to work in Evans, a shop with big, open doors, right opposite one of the main busker spots in town, and buskers were both a bane (the barrel-organ guy, the bagpiper, the noisy christmas trumpeter) and a joy (the string quartet, the Northumbrian piper, the violinists). The one-man-band is a recent arrival, but played the same spot. If I'd still been working there, I think he might have got annoying.


23rd Oct, 2003 09:32 (UTC)
arf arf
I should have given a tip of the nib to Steve Whitaker. Steve on the difference between cats and dogs:

A cat will look at you while you're sat at the drawing board, working away and it'll be saying, "I don't know what the fuck you're doing."

Whereas a dog will look at you and say, "I don't know what the fuck you're doing ... but I *love* you."
24th Oct, 2003 06:59 (UTC)
actually a cat will go 'I don't know what the fuck you're doing' come and lie spread out all over your drawing board so you can't do anything and will look up at you and purrrrr at you while gently patting your pen or pencil with their paw, before rubbing their head on it followed by rubbing their head on your nose.
24th Oct, 2003 07:58 (UTC)
Re: cats
oh, you romantic, you.