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So this year I hit the big four-oh. Society would have me believe that I can only regain the excitement and vigor of youth by buying a Harley, wearing tight jeans, loud shirts, and purchasing hair dye products. But you know what?

I can’t be bothered. Meh.

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This week’s strip was one of those times when I overheard a snippet of a conversation and a situation popped into my head. I fully expect most people to be like “wha…?”, but it worked in my GRATE BRANE when I came up with it.

I thought I would try a less time-demanding inking method – fast brushy swooshes instead of my usual OCD solid line with many overinks. I think it worked ok, although I might try a slightly thicker brush next time. Saved me a whole mess of time though, and also made inking fun again.

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This week, we take a look at the absolute clusterfuck that is the redesign of the Gawker Media group’s wesbites. They don’t want to be seen as blogs aymore, so have decided to rebuild them as SERIOUS NEWS OUTLETS, and in the process managed to drop site traffic and piss just about all their readers off, eventually caving into the baying crowd so much that they have cobbled together some stuff to pacify them that effectively makes the whole damn enterprise redundant in the first place. Like putting wheels on a hovercar because people just prefer wheels.

Gotta love that schadenfreude feeling. We are proud to say we are a blog, will always be a blog and will never change that.

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I know, I know, it’s been like, a million years since the last comic strip proper. But that’s the way with us frilly-sleeved, foppish creative-types – sometimes the mojo just buggers right off. And when you aren’t able to draw, there’s not a lot you can do, sadly. If you have come back after all this time to find this, then we thank you from the bottom of our hearts, bless you.

But that is sorted now. We have a few scripts lined up and ready to go, so here’s hoping this is a return to our normal schedule. Don’t forget, there will be quickie strips during the week too, to keep you happy and floaty light!

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Sit back and relive the halcyon days with this week’s strip right here.

I wanted to take a shot of it for posterity. It’s not high art, it doesn’t have a cutting Banksy-esque message to shout out, but neither is it a mindless shitty graffito. It isn’t a wall-spanning work of spray-can mastery. What makes it so fascinating – and what makes it stick in my mind so much – is that this is the only example of it I am aware of, it has no name or tag anywhere, and seems almost meaningless. No obvious message, no obvious creator, it just is.

It’s a wonderfully and beautifully simple and evocative little piece, a perfect example of “less is more”. Why the poignantly melancholy expression? What does it mean? Who does it respresent, what is the message? Why did the artist go to the trouble of putting it on a box in the middle of humdrum suburbia?  Why is it on this little box and not the big fuck-off Cable cabinet next to it (out of shot)? It bugs me that the message and meaining are so well hidden.

Think about it – if you were going to go to all the trouble of getting a piece of card, drawing this face onto it, cutting out the holes to make a spray mask and then painting it onto something you would most likely make the message or the meaning a little obvious, do it somewhere prominent, be making it of someone recogniseable, or stick your name or tag on it somewhere. But this is so seemingly inert, so random and unique and so out of the way…it bugs me. Bugs the arse off me. It’s sits in the back of my mind like a mental hangnail.

It means something, and I want to know what. It’s like an earworm of the visual cortex.   If you recognise it (full size image here), or have seen it somewhere else in or around Manchester (or anywhere else) or know anything about it, I would like to know. I’m just interested. I certainly hope that whatever the Royal Mail have in this cabinet, they decide to leave the art where it is and don’t paint over it. It the simplest yet most striking piece of street art I have seen in a long time.