Posted on December 14, 2020
How is this Cambridge-educated butler going to save the Queen’s bling? Stay with us and find out. Eventually …
Posted on November 24, 2020
Posted on October 16, 2020
Posted on September 15, 2020
It’s still not clear why The Queen allowed her precious bling to be shown in Newkirk. Mostly because nobody is brave enough to ask her.
Posted on June 13, 2016
We like Duff’s organic approach to security. Why use complicated computer systems when you can use a genetically modified giant Venus flytrap?
This strip also contains a wee salute to Spike Milligan and the Goon Show. Neddie, Eccles and Bluebottle will live forever!
Posted on November 7, 2015
Well, at least McTavish winds up with free tea and a lovely hat. Could have been worse …
If you haven’t read his “totally unbiased review of that rat Matilda’s novel”, you can find it right here.
And click or tap here to see all the Clan Munro strips.
Posted on October 16, 2015
Posted on October 5, 2015
I am back, people! It’s been a long time since my last blog because I’ve been drawing my little paws off. All for nothing, as it turns out …
I begin by presenting a totally unbiased review of that rat Matilda’s first novel: “Death Walks into a Bar.” I almost liked the book on first reading. At least the parts where I could stay awake. But one major thing was missing — pictures! And who is better at drawing than me? So I approached Matilda with the idea that I turn her book into a graphic novel. I even produced some panels on spec to strut my stuff, with lovely artwork and much-improved dialogue. But don’t just take my word for it. Check out this beauty:
Thus I had no choice but to re-evaluate her novel and admit that I had made a mistake. With my eyes opened to the truth I realized that her book was crap and total shite. What was I thinking?
So I guess it’s a mystery novel. Or maybe a fantasy. It certainly qualifies as horror. Starting with the writing style. I hereby proclaim Matilda to be the Queen of Sentence Fragments. She can’t write. A complete sentence. To save. Her life.
Let’s try to make sense of the plot. We’re on the sleazy Vancouver waterfront in 1952. An ex-cop named Eric buys a tavern and runs a detective agency out of the top floor. Are we talking original or what? Eric hires wannabe sleuth and geek girl Penny Pendry and her Irish Wolfhound sidekick Percy! A dog! Let the drooling commence!
Penny agrees to learn the detective business while slinging beer in the pub part-time. Her first gumshoe gig is a steward on a Trans-Pacific liner who disappeared overboard. The cops ruled it a suicide but his wife is sure it’s murder and wants our heroes to investigate. Did I mention something about originality?
So after a lot of chasing around dark alleyways and sneaking into scary abandoned hotels, Penny and Eric discover that … wait for it … the liner’s captain and his evil mad scientist university professor parapsychologist brother are behind oodles of disappearances. Our heroes get tangled up in séances, ghosts and sentence fragments. And then it gets even more improbable, as you can see in my interpretation of a “climactic” scene:
If I’m making it sound exciting, well, don’t get your hopes up. And there’s even more bad news. The same chumps are actually publishing a second Matilda novel. I accidentally sneakily logged on to her computer and chanced to discover that it’s called “You Only Die Once — If You do it Right.” Soon coming to the bargain bin of a bookstore near YOU.
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