Sometimes toddlers point at me in the street and say things in loud voices. The one I hear most often is, "Mummy, that man's got green hair!" I don't know why green gets the comments -- my hair's at least as likely to be orange, red, black, pink or purple and far more likely to be yellow (very easy) or blue (my favourite!) but green makes the small ones point. I'd like to think I'm inspiring a generation towards a more colourful way of life, but Gap and FCUK and all the other propogators of the way of beige have a much bigger marketing budget, and are therefore cooler than I'll ever be. So, anyway, this week I did my strip about that/a conversation I had with one of my (many) lovely colleagues I had when I was working at Oxfam. And abruptly I find that there are a couple of jobs going at Oxfam I might be able to apply for. What's going on? Am I on some sort of predictive kick? Last week I did a strip about mosquitos, just in time to have some relict monster in retreat from winter take up residence in my bathroom and (literally) bite me on the arse (leg, ankle, back). Has the decision to call my next (themed) sequence Spells for better living already taken effect? Hmm. I'd better start writing about more sex and fewer monsters just in case.
[Postscript: the end of the out-of-season mosquito] Finally got the little bugger with the Kybosh yesterday morning (too much stuff in the bathroom to try for swatting) and only noticed when I got back after midnight sometime that despite the fact that its corpse (in the bath) looked partially melted, one leg was still feebly twitching. Ew, nasty. Next time I'll spray and swat.