More Cowley Road atmosphere from this week's strip, which is all about a mysterious betting shop that opened last year, down the road. It was actually an Easter strip (the later panels feature Betfred's run-in with the Saxon goddess Eostre* and Jack-in-the-Green) but as usual I'm delivering a bit late. Well, it takes time to find a few hours to string together, especially when I keep stumbling down the road to catch experimental cowbells-and-wailing shows inbetween natter with gingerprincess, a half-recognised graphic-designer ghost from the past (the last century, no less), and the Guitarist, who's looking very John Lennon at the moment. I missed his band, again. They will keep on playing first. Returning to the strip, damiancugley thinks this may be my first ever full frontal nudity. So I guess I should say "possibly not work safe", although, to be honest, it really is all done in the best possible taste.
Thought for the day: if you were to run into your 14-year-old self, would they be impressed by you?