I also turned up a house photo, taken in the sixth form. The school had just recently gone mixed, and I was the first girl to have gone from the lower school into the sixth, the others were a bunch of nice girls having two years in a mixed before going to university, college, travelling, you know. They all look prosperous and well grooomed; I look like a mad grab-bag of signifiers, totally incoherent and decidedly scruffy. Which is fair enough.
So, in commemoration of my teenaged self, this week's strip. I started elaborately colouring it and then realised I was doing this for the pleasure of colouring and not for the sake of the strip. This one's the appropriately monochrome version.
|it gets bitter with time - detail
In which the washing up is not my friend