The rabbits are rampant!!

Going back a bit again to strip number 2. Someday I'll get these up to date with what I'm drawing now. Apparently women can get a lot of pleasure from buying themselves a rabbit. Must be a bit of a pain when you have to keep cleaning out the hutch but you women are strange creatures! Funny how those duracel adverts on TV feature a rabbit! And he's always banging away at something. Naughty advertisers!

Stookie, the beginning

May as well upload the Stookie strips that I've already done from the beginning. There is a facebook page that John's sorted out (John writes the strip). We've all collected stuff. Remember standing in the playground staring at another kids bulge?  Er, bulging wad of panini football stickers hoping you could swap one of your 20 copies of some Birmingham City centre forward for a much rarer Kevin Keegan (yes, I'm that old, piss off!!!) The scene always unfolded in the same way : got, got, got, got, got, got, got, haven't got! What I did have was 20 copies of a Birmingham City centre forward that everyone had got and even Birmingham City couldn't get rid of him. In all my years of collecting football stickers I never completed a single sticker album, a trait that was passed onto my daughter. Never did she ever complete her Hercules sticker album, nor her Lion King, Hunchback Of Notre Dame... etc.

A second Stookie strip

I love a cuppa, I does. I'm very partial to a nice biscuit to dunk in my cuppa.... er, make that a plate of biscuits.... er, make that a packet of biscuits. To be honest I dunk so many biscuits that when I get to actually drinking the tea, it's all be soaked up by the biscuits and I have to boil the kettle again. I've never used misogyny in a cartoon before, like I've never used, I'll do the dishes in a sentence.

Strip? Can I keep my boxers on?

No idea why I haven't posted this (or any of the others) here until now but this is a cartoon strip I do along with a stand up comic who lives in Edinburgh. A stookie is one of those plaster casts that go on the lower part of the arm. I don't think they're made of plaster these days but I'm only guessing as I don't often fall out of trees and break my arm. I'm a dogger not a peeping tom!!!!