Somewhere I have a sheaf of photos of people's shoes taken by my action man camera; standing bolt upright he can just about snap from sole to mid-calf. If I aim him right, which is by no means easy.
I had a mind to colour in one of the pictures of John Peel I drew for this week's strip, then I thought I might photograph a lot of halloween crap. Obviously feeling pretty lazy. On the other hand, I had accumulated nine overscrawled nervous-looking rectangular doodles, and surely there would be narrative there if I looked hard enough. Recent mornings I've woken up dreaming, dreaming; rising water and terrifying waves, towns from the time after roads, paths of flattened leafmould between heavy houses overshadowed and warped by trees, and everywhere the smell of autumn and rain. Awkward encounters in sprawling houses full of too many rooms, wild dancing women with curly hair, endless improvising spirals as things go wrong, wrong, wronger. So this week's strip makes dream-sense, not real sense. Mildly apocalyptic in tone, but my dreams are tending that way.
Consensus seems to be that Anton stays in his blue outfit* (now even more thoroughly ripped) but that the Harlequin Ninja (dressed for infiltrating sweetshops?) is definitely in the story. The dandy has to be off to see a caterpillar, but Anton seems to be busy chasing girls in strange clothes. Green Riding Hood (Anton's Mum) hasn't been seen for a few panels, and has probably gone home for a cup of tea, and to perhaps see about renting out Anton's room. Fairyland's a cruel and heartless place.
Vote, add a picture, grumble about the lack of continuity and outlines. Hmmm, sparkymark, didn't you promise something for this week?
*Thank goodness, one suit is enough of a pain to be drawing.