Thick as a baby’s arm
Happy new year again! I know, it’s five days old already. But it’s the thought that counts, and here’s Daddy Bob Warren to lift your spirits in these dark hibernal days. — Colours by Sammy Borras
Happy new year again! I know, it’s five days old already. But it’s the thought that counts, and here’s Daddy Bob Warren to lift your spirits in these dark hibernal days. — Colours by Sammy Borras
That resemblance Bob Warren to Sir Richard Branson is striking.
Powders and wine, the breakfast of champions.
I thought that was little chocolate donuts.
Maybe they’re *powdered* donuts.
Bob Warren going incognito: subtle cap but still RED TROUSERS
At this stage, switching to earth-toned trousers all of a sudden would probably kill him.
His legs would have blown up from explosive decompression
Bob certainly seems like a sod who’s occasionally had a few fingers in him.
I really don’t want to think about who or what’s been in Bob.
Man, I know how hard it is to get rid of a patch of shitty father. Modern petrochemicals just don’t seem to touch it. You can burn it to the ground, but it always seems to come back.
Like poison-ivy and poison-oak, if you burn it don’t breath the smoke. It’s very irritating to the lungs.
Too bad she doesn’t have a chainsaw. I understand they are very good at clearing out unwanted entanglements.
They’re good for the brambles, too!
The little robin is just so cute
I was unsure at first whether it was 1 robin at different points in time (following Maggie), or 2 robins courting each other. The former seems more likely, though. (and yes, it is cute)
With RED TROUSERS.
Foreshadowing, your sign of quality littrature.
Robins do not wear pants, sir! ! !
Bruce Wayne: “Robins don’t wear pants.”
Dick Grayson: “But these green short-shorts are…”
Bruce Wayne: “I said put them on.”
Nice to see a contrite Bob Warren. I’m sure it’ll turn out he’s a perfectly decent chap and there will be a heart-warming reconciliation in the offing.
Ah, I see I’m not the only one to have hacked the unreleased comics folder.
No hacking needed — it’s all been foreshadowed. His love and tenderness toward Coby, for example. There’s a humanitarian in there struggling to get out.
Possibly because Bob swallowed him whole, but nonetheless.
Bob’s gone full Farage. Never go full Farage.
Awwww… lil sweet Robin seems to love Maggie so much ♡. Finally she’s starting developing her love to nature into gardening. I wonder if she’s more inclined in planting flowers or vegetables. Of course, she before needs to get rid of that dangerous parasite that may ruin her life forever.
John, you know the next Doctor Who special is bringing those Sea Devils back? You seem to have pre-imagined Chris Chibnall’s work.
Or inspired him: perhaps he reads Steeple.
If anyone needs inspiration, it’s Chris Chibnall.
No, he has plenty of inspiration. What he needs is craft.
Here in the USA, we believe the flat cap and the bowler are rivals for the title of national headgear of the UK, as epitomised by Andy Capp and Winston Churchill, respectively. Now Bob Warren has tipped the scales towards the former. And not in a good way.
(The national headgear of the USA: trucker caps. Canada: toques. France: beret. Germany: pickelhaube. By your headgear shall ye be known.)
Rectory gardens: great places for burying shitty fathers. Just a thought.
Maggie really care a lot of the environment. She would never risk poisoning the garden by burying such toxic waste in it.
Oh yes. The sight of his despoiled face fills me with joy. The man should start a skin care regime that involves a tub of moisturizer and a trowel.
Sporting of Maggie to just go along with her father’s line of conversation instead of instantly bringing up the whole “violent assault while armed with skulls” thing.
Bob looks annoyed in the last panel by the direction the conversation turned, and I think it’s a great look for him. I’m hoping to see many more panels of things not going as well for him as he expected.
Yes, we can see there how long his “charm offensive” lasted – all of two panels.
Dunno why, but I really like how Maggie tied her hair for the gardening action!
If Maggie’s got any sense, she should be thinking, “I wonder what he’s up to.” Or something that amounts to the same thing.
She has that good sense. She also has enough good sense to not tip her hand.
I have the impression Bob Warren is one of those people for whom “I wonder what he’s up to” should be a permanent suspicion that may increase or decrease in intensity but should never really go away. Maybe the more useful question is “Is he still up to the same set of things he was up to the last time I saw him?”
Both Penrose and Tom are Bob’s enemies, so if things go unwell for him, he’ll literally have no one to turn to. Except anyone who might have come with him, that is.