Tom’s pantomime dame costume is both provocative and visionary. Is it “fierce”? I’m no expert. But Billie’s gold lamé bum bag (cf: “fanny pack”) is the fashion forward statement of the day.
Secret Sentai
We’ve reached the halfway point of Secret Sentai. As you can see, I’ve celebrated it with an eye-popping rug that brings to mind the Star Trek:TNG holodeck floor.
The addition of Maggie to this household has both unbalanced it terribly (if you are a fan of peace and quiet) and created a perfect equilibrium for Mrs Clovis, who was born to spar with Maggie.
Reverend Penrose’s position has been degraded to one of “deflated Daddy”, he’s really going to have to raise his game if he wants to get to stand at the front on the cover of any future print collections. Today’s comic features another James Herriot (real name: Alf White) reference, “pencil” being a term for the penis used by one of the literary vet’s farming clients, one that I have used ever since. I read those books repeatedly when I was 11 or 12. They are in my writing DNA and I cannot get them out. My mother trod on Mr White’s foot in Thirsk post office when she was pregnant with me, and I believe this may be the reason that Herriotisms occur so frequently.
Billie, if you aren’t even willing to give a street buckle to your favourite buckle-lover, there is literally no place for you at Belial’s left hand.
Are you familiar with “Cliff Richard Dying Inside“? It refers to the expression on the septugenarian pop star’s face in every photo on his annual fan calendars. In 13 days, it will be “octogenarian pop star”, by the way, happy birthday for then, Sir Cliff. Sir Cliff is very important to Christmas in the UK. I sing his 1988 hit “Mistletoe and Wine” when I need comfort. As for “A Spaceman Came Travelling“, was it Chris de Burgh’s finest moment? Or was that “Don’t Pay The Ferryman”?
You know what I mean by a “helicopter experience”, the sort of gift that is a card that invites you to do something you previously thought too terrifying or inconvenient to contemplate, free of charge.
Calm down, it’s just Brian in a costume. No need to reach for the smelling salts. If anyone is interested in staging Tom Pendennis’ fresh, modern take on Mother Goose, I hope you can glean the basic elements of staging from this story. You’re definitely going to need a small Stonehenge and some drag queen sewing experience. And a magic (Satanic) piccolo flute. And a tolerance for mild pain.