ALIEN LESBIAN OCTOPUSSES FROM OUTER SPACE!

You can see some laughing dustbins in an earlier blog. Well, these are the culprits.  They are also on a quest to planet Earth, dunno why, maybe they have forgotten because they are thick, as per notes.  Having overpowered the armoured guards, surprised how their weapons have reduced said guards to rubbish, they have put on their uniforms as disguise.  One thing leads to another, so I find myself building a world.  The male octopus is watching football on one of the first colour TVs, the ones that shot through to Warholvision after a few months.  Maybe they would be better talking out of their bottoms, drinking the way, I am sure, that British sherry and Buckie should be taken, tastes vile, and that is about the quickest way to shoot something into your sysyem.  More sherry, vicar?  Anyway, these creatures were a passing thought, and might grow, if I feel like it.

I`m working on another project, funny how a random thought can grow.  Anyway, this a fragment in which the fogey finally loses it.  In the vicarage, his sanctum sanctorum has been violated.  Ouch!  It hurts all right - his hoard of old whiskies, armagnac etc. has been wiped out.  I`ve yet to storyboard this, but first I`ve designed the set, as it were, helps the grammar.  Whatever the medium I imagine this to be in, the room has to make sense.  It can be flexible, as I have seen when watching a TV commercial shoot as walls were moved to and fro to suit the shot.  For comics, of course, walls can flex, but it has to make sense.  This is a kind of set design, and it gives a chance for spaces to be filled with little details, trophies, elephant feet.  I wonder what this will look like when he goes 60s...