I’m not ‘appy, Reverend!
I can’t let petrol levels get into the red area. I can’t have the little light come on. It’s more than my nerves are worth.
Colours by Sammy Borras
I can’t let petrol levels get into the red area. I can’t have the little light come on. It’s more than my nerves are worth.
Colours by Sammy Borras
Just to day, I’m really enjoying the slight noise grain on the background colours this chapter.
Silence! Nobody is supposed to know that John cannot actually draw and is photographing everything. Didn’t you recognise his chicken?
Now that you mention it, I can see it. Makes a big difference vs a solid color – that’s some high-end color!
“Colours by Sammy Borras”
I hope the rev has the Lord’s ear on gas problems more than I do, or else he’ll be trudging all the way to Bob Warren’s place.
My personal guess is that the gas situation will have to be resolved by reverting to a diabolus ex machina. The story line would not be complete without Tom, would it?
Penrose’s gymnastic ability is amazing. Maggie would have loved to see him ♡. Panel 4 is the most fun. Mrs. Clovis and Brian almost look like old Greek theater masks and Brian clearly loves the situation. Now run Reverend! SAVE MAGGIE !!!
The Rev isn’t the best parish priest, but he really is one of God’s faithful, fearless warriors.
Damn sight better than the priest at my previous church – he was a lazy, greedy, self-centred, bad-tempered bar-steward! (Which is why I moved to another church)
I told him what I thought of him, though – hadn’t intended to, just was going to keep my head down until I’d transferred all my “churchly” duties to another (un)wiling pair of hands – but I’m afraid asked for it. He dirty his usual intimidation and bullying (he was 6’4″ and BIG), but unfortunately for him I’d worked closely with surgeons, so I wasn’t afraid of shouty red-faced men looming over me and demanding the impossible. I wiped the @%£ing floor with him (verbally).
He wasn’t used to people standing up to him and I think I caught him by surprise. I still run into him occasionally, and you would think we were BFFs the way he behaves towards me now.
I still hate the tosser. (I know that’s not very Christian, but it’s TERRIBLY Anglican)
Heh. If push comes to shove, “What would Jesus do?” does include flipping tables and chasing people with a whip.
*did his, not dirty- sorry about that
Mrs Clovis and Warlock Brian make a nice couple
They DO!
Shared annoyance at the shenanigans of their nominal immediate superiors.
Keep clear, indeed. One doesn’t want to get in the way of a charging Rev. Penrose.
A man in constant prayer.
In that, for him, combat is prayer, yes.
An important question is: how long has the light has been on? If it recently lit up, if my experience is any guide, he SHOULD be able to make it to Rock.
I love whether it’s to the Almighty or to the dark lord Baphomet, Both Billie and Rev. Penrose have add-ons to their prayers.
+7 to Athletics
Must be what Mary is feeding him.
A little loaves-and-fishes action on the gas tank would not be remiss, thine is the kingdom, yadda yadda, amen.
Must be what you’re feeding him, Mary
Speaking of … are you still queuing for hours to maybe get to fill your tanks over there in Brextain?
No, things seem to have gone back to what passes for normal. From what I understand, it was largely caused by panic-buying, and mainly in London and the southeast.
I mean, if the government says, ‘Don’t panic-buy petrol,’ what are people going to do?
Fill all your tanks and containers before some stupid gits start panic-buying?
Huh, he did shimmy up the pier, I am as surprised as anyone else despite having technically “called it”
My mates and I were driving through Argentina one time and ran out of petrol and we were impressed with how far we could actually drive after the petrol gauge started showing “0 km”.
(We just managed to roll into a petrol station near Mendoza)
I was driving a VW van maybe 35 years ago, and picked up a Native American hitchhiker. I ran out of gas about two blocks from a gas station. The hitchhiker thought that was bad luck. I thought it was fantastic luck.
My family was vacationing in Ireland some 20 years ago and I had to drive down to Kerry to pick up my oldest who HAD to get together with one of her school friends who was also vacationing with her family. Unfortunately, I miscalculated as regards to the capacity of the fuel tank and the availability of petrol stations in rural Ireland after 10PM. Needless to say, the drive back to Shannon was quite tense. We made it to an open station on just fumes.
Newer cars will rob you of throttle power when low on fuel (i.e. light on), which is very alarming (but expected…) — makes things much tenser but probably helps you get to the station
Last time I ran out of fuel was on the way back from A&E after my teaching accident, meaning I had to push the car one-handed.
This was in the days before low fuel lights, mind, but it was memorable enough that I have been extra-careful to avoid a repeat occurrence ever since.
My brother discovered the difference between “precision” and “accuracy” one day when his truck ran out of gas with the digital fuel gauge still reading “0.2 gal”.
That was a body count.
On the other hand, last weekend I saw a van run out of petrol right opposite the petrol station they were hoping to reach. They just had to turn right into it, but no. But they had a can, so all was well in the end. But they did block the road for a bit.
Meanwhile, it seems that Penrose’s dissatisfaction with the portrayal of clergy on the television is shared by the boss: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2021/nov/24/rogues-or-idiots-justin-welby-condemns-tv-portrayal-of-clergy
The sitcom “Rev” was actually pretty true-to-life in many ways.
There was a character on it, the Archdeacon Robert who was based on our (then) Bishop and it was him to the life – totally self-absorbed, glued to his mobile phone and full of his own importance (not all bishops are up their own backsides but he was).
(It’s not clear how His Grace feels about the portrayal of CofE clergy in webcomics as hot-headed axe-wielding action heroes.)
All Gas And Gaiters?
Come to think of it, the vicarage in Steeple bears a passing resemblance to AGG: the main rev, his elderly sidekick and a perky youngster
I bought an All Gas And Gaiters DVD recently as research but have yet to remove the shrink wrap and go “full Nimmo”.
Maggie would be pleased to hear Mrs. Clovis call her a “pretty girl” as opposed to a “painted jezebel”. Progess has been made.
Probably the reference was adjusted to include Billie
Shelley and Lottie, too.
???? Fuel gauge ????
???? You don’t have to put on the red light ????
???? My patience is gone ????
???? And I have to run my errands through the night ????
Came here for this. ‘REEEEEVVVVVREND, you dont have to turn off the red light….’
And I thought the thing with the light burning way longer than expected is from Judaism!
Don’t look now, but there’s no shortage of Old Testament Christians.
A couple of years ago I had to drive a car with no working fuel gauge and a tendency to stop running when it came to a stop. I got some practice at running starts.
Ran out of gas one winter with the gauge still at Half. Changed filter. Towed to shop. 2 days later, they checked the tank with a stick – yep empty. the gauge had broken, but stuck at half, instead of dropping to the bottom.
That learned me to fill up at half, by gauge and mileage :}
If the Lord can make one day of oil last for eight, he should be able to help Penrose out with his petrol situation.
my father: ‘i look after the top half of the tank; the bottom half looks after
itself.’ it meant filling up at the approximate halfway point which seemed
strange.
Sorry Mary, but you’re going to have to suck it up