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Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[A Pale Bloke and a Chubby Girl are sitting in a cafe, talking. Esther is sitting in the background]] / Pale Bloke: ...So I don't know if we're co-dependent or just living together because we like it. / Chubby Girl: But do you like me? Becuse I like you. And liking you is something I want to keep doing for a considerable period of time. Saying I like you is like saying that manatees were grateful for the Florida Manatee Sanctuary Act of 1978. / [[They continue talking, but Esther lunges at them, her eyes wild and hair curling in anger. Erin is holding her back]] / Pale Bloke: I guess that what I'm really trying to say is that after being friends for eight years could we maybe find a way to take things to the next level and- / Esther: Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP! / Erin: You'll have to excuse my friend. / [[The Pale Bloke looks dazed or happy, The Chubby Girl glares at Esther. Erin is escorting Esther, who still looks enraged, out of the cafe]] / Pale Bloke: That's so meh and not awesome. / Chubby Girl: Totally. / Erin: She has a phobia of self-absorbed people who talk loudly, at length, in public places. One jumped out of a bush and surprised her as a small child.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Marten: ...so I don't know if we're co-dependet or just living together because we like it. / Faye: But do you like me? Because I like you. And liking you is something I want to keep doing for a considerable period of time. / Faye: Saying I like you is like saying that Manatees were grateful for the Florida Maanatee Sanctuary Act of 1978. / Marten: I guess what I'm really trying to say is that after being friends for eight years could we maybe find a way to take things to the next level and- / Esther: Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up SHUT UP! / Erin: You'll have to excuse my friend. / Erin: She has a phobia of self-absorbed people who talk loudly, at length, in public places. / Marten: That's so meh and not awesome. / Faye: Totally. / Erin: One jumped out of a bush and surprised her as a small child.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Esther and Erin are walking through a mall]] / Erin: Ah, the January sales. Where the old year brings out its dead. Come on Esther. School starts again on Monday, we've got to make the days count. / Esther: That's a lot of pressure. I usually count 6 hours spent staring out of the window as well spent. / Esther: You know, cursing the blood red sky. Does anyone need all these useless gadgets? / [[Erin had picked up a gadget and is regarding it]] / Erin: GPS SAT NAV, 200 Quid. Always know where you're going. / Esther: I need SAT NAV for my soul. / [[Erin holds the device up to her head. A sales clerk has appeared between them.]] / Erin: Destination: accountancy. Point of interest: largely destructive affair with older authority figure. / Sales Clerk: Can I help you? / Esther: Apparently it's much, much too late.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Entering an electronics store]] / Erin: Ah, the January sales. Where the old year brings out its dead. / Erin: Come on Esteher. School starts again on Monday, we've got to make the days count. / Esther: That's a lot of pressure. / Esther: I usually count 6 hours spent staring out of the window as well spent. / Esther: You know, cursing the blood red sky. / Ester: Does anyone need all these useless gadgets? / [[Erin picks up a gadget]] / Erin: GPS Sat Nav, 200 quid. Always know where you're going. / Esther: I need sat nav for my soul. / [[Erin holds the GPS to her ear as sales clerk appears]] / Erin: Destination: Accountancy. Point of interest: largely destructive affair with older authority figure. / Sales clerk: Can I help you? / Esther: Apparently it's much, much too late.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[The Child is watching The Father at a vanity table]] / The Child: Things are different now! / The Father: Yes, my boy, yes! A new order is upon this land. / [[The two look out a window at a green volkswagon van]] / The Father: Let us enter the message bus and spread our word to a special person. Big times are ahead, we need help with our message. / The Child: Message bus! Fun! / [[The two are now packing for their trip. The Child has a skull in his hand]] / The Father: Yes, my little harbinger, bring the things you like. Mr Skull, yes, Mr Dead Weasel. / The Father: Make sure Mr Dead Weasel does't come out of his plastic house this time. You know how that makes father sad.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison The Child: Things are different now! / The Child's keeper: Yes, my boy, yes! A new order is upon this land. / [[the two look out of the windo at a green Volkswagen bus]] / Keeper: Let us enter the message bus and spread our word to a special person. / The Child: Message bus! Fun! / Keeper: Big times are ahead, we need help with our message. / [[The Child rummages in a chest, holding a skull]] / Keeper: Yes, my little harbinger, bring the things you like. / Keeper: Mr. Skull, yes, Mr. Dead Weasel. / [[The Child proudly carries a skull and a bottle with a dead weasel]] / Keeper: Make sure mister dead weasel doesn't come out of his plastic house this time. / Keeper: you know how that makes father sad.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Erin and Esther are walking. Roxy is in the foreground, looking in the other direction.]] / Esther: It's Roxy Postlethwaite. Try to look inobtrusive. / Erin: Wouldn't it be more polite to say hello? / Esther: I'm not sure I'm capable of thinking in the microscopic terms that small talk with her would require. / [[Erin and Esther have stopped, and Esther is leaning against a support pole]] / Erin: Well that's not very nice. / Esther: I just feel like I could be wounded by the experience. Oh, she's with her boyfriend anyway. I'm sure they're having a pleasant coversation. / [[Esther, speaking for the boyfriend, in red]] Hur hur. / [[Roxy and her boyfriend talking, with Esther speaking for them in red type]] / Esther: Can I come over later and get you pregnant? Sorry, no, daddy was so cross last time. / Esther: Do you want to go out then this evening, babe? Can't. I'm having my arms and back waxed tonight.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Esther: It's Roxy Postlethwaite. Try not to look inobtrusive. / Erin: Wouldn't it be more polite to say hello? / Esther: I'm not sure I'm capable of thinking in the kind of microscoping terms that small talk with her would require. / Erin:That's not very nice. / Esther: I just feel like I could be wounded by the experience. / Esther: Oh, she's with her boyfriend anyway. I'm sure they're having a pleasant conversation. / Esther: [[mocking tone]] Hur Hur. / [[Scene of Roxy with her boyfriend, with Esther providing dialogue for both of them]] / Esther (as boyfriend): Can I come over later and get you pregnant? / Esther (as Roxy): Sorry, no, daddy was so cross last time. / Esther (as boyfriend): Do you want to go out then this evening, babe? / Esther (as Roxy): Can't. I'm having my arms and back waxed tonight.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Roxy is leaning down to speak to The Child. The Father is standing behind her]] / Roxy: Hello little...boy... where's your mummy? / The Father: Have you ever thought about your place in the word? What it means to be under yon big sky? / [[Roxy is backing away from The Father, looking scared]] / The FatherLady: The Child and I have a message. Come into the warm of the van and hear our message. / Roxy: I'd rather not, thank you. / [[The Father is holding up her cane, which has a red eye on the end. Roxy now has a glazed, happy look on her face]] / The Father: Look into the eyeball! It does not blink, which means it tells the truth. How could the truth ever be a lie? / [[Roxy is now being led into the van]] / The Child: Shiny, shiny! / The FatherLady: Yes, my boy, she is a special one. We will keep her very safe in the van. / [[In the van, The Child is playing with Mister Skull and Mister Deal Weasel. Roxy is sitting beside him and still looks happy and vacant]] / The Child: No Mister Dead Weasel you can't share my mints. [[in red]] Let me let me!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Roxy leaning down, talking to The Child]] / Roxy: Hello little... boy... where's your mummy? / The Child's Keeper: Have you ever thought about your place in the world? / Keeper: What it means to be under yon big sky? / [[Roxy flinches]] / Keeper: The Child and I have a message. Come into the warm of the van and hear our message. / Roxy: I'd rather not, thank you. / [[Roxy mesmerised by an eyeball on a staff]] / Keeper: Look into the eyeball! It does not blink, which means it tells the truth. / Keeper: How could the truth ever be a lie? / The Child: Shiny, Shiny! / Keeper: Yes, my boy, she is a special one. We will keep her very safe in the van. / The Child: No mister dead weasel you can't share my mints. / The Child: Let me let me!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[The Boy, Milford and Esther, in a classroom]] / The Boy: Did you have a good Christmas, Esther? / Milford: IIIIII'm dreaming of a goth Christmas... just like the ones we used to know...[[in a gothic font]] in old Rumania / [[Esther looks offended]] / Esther: Yes, Milford, a big old goth Christmas. We put the turkey skeleton on the table then commence gnawing. / Esther: then in the evening there's the traditional reading of Byron while wishing we had consumption. / [[Milford and The Boy have sat down and Milford is grimacing]] / Milford: It was a lot easier to tease Esther before she got spirited. / The Boy: When she sullenly acquiesced to your "motivational humour"? / Esther: Sssssss / Milford: Quiet, The Boy, don't turn around. I think she's giving me The Gorgon's Eye.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison The Boy: Did you have a good Christmas, Esther? / Paul: Iiiiii'm dreaming of a goth Christmas... / Paul: Just like the ones we used to know... / Paul: [[Old English font]]in old Rumania / Esther: Yes, Milford, a big old goth Christmas. / Esther: We put the turkey skeleton on the table then commence gnawing. / Esther: Then in the evening there's the traditional reading of Byron while wishing that we had consumption. / Paul: It was a lot easier to tease Esther before she got spirited. / The Boy: When she silently acquiesced to your "motivational humour"? / Esther: sssssss / Paul: Quiet, The Boy, don't turn round. I think she's giving me the Gorgo's eye.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Mr and Mrs Postlethwaite are sitting at their kitchen table, and Roxy is walking out]] / Mrs Postlethwaite: And where were you last night, young lady? This house is not a hotel, Roxy! Any more of your nonsense and you can forget your credit card privileges! / Mrs Postlethwaite: Did you see the state of her, Peter? Wall-eyed. I'm sure it's drugs. Or drink. Or skateboarding. / Mr Postlethwaite: Mm-hm. / Mrs Postlethwaite: And look at that! Straight past us without a word! / Mrs Postlethwaite: Well congratulations Peter. Our daughter's a maladjusted deviant. We've failed. What do we tell the Penry-Joneses when she's in rehab? / Mr Postlethwaite: Rehab is a normal part of growing up these days, Pam. It's like national service, but with shivering and hallucinations.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Roxy's mother: And where were you last night, young lady? / Roxy's mother: This house is not a hotel, Roxy! / Roxy's mother: Any more of your nonsense and you can forget your credit card privileges. / Roxy's mother: Did you see the state of her, Peter? / Roxy's mother: Wall-eyed. I'm sure it's drugs. Or drink. Or skate-boarding. / Roxy's father: Mm-hm. / [[Roxy walks by, without acknowledging anyone]] / Roxy's mother: And look at that! Straight past us without a word! / Roxy's mother: Well, congratulations peter. Our daughter's a maladjusted deviant. We've failed. / Roxy's mother: What do we tell the Penry-Joneses when she's in rehab? / Roxy's father: Rehab's a normal part of growing up these days, Pam. / Roxy's father: It's like national service, but with shivering and hallucinations.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Oggy and The Boy are standing in a school hallway with Erin]] / Oggy: So anyway, I put my tongue on the scalextric track and I could see angels. / The Boy: That's great, Oggy. But not amazingly great. / Erin: The Boy, have you seen Roxy Postlethwaite today? / The Boy: No. Why? / Erin: She's cheeeee-anged! / Oggy: Did she get a bad lip job for Christmas? Like two balloons taking a holiday on her lower face? Oggy, by the way, pleased to meet you. / Erin: Erin. Winters. / The Boy: Oggy and I have hall monitor duty together this term. Oggy is testing recieved scientific wisdom about electricity. Mostly testing it with the wetter parts of his body.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Oggy: So anyway, I put my tongue on the scalextric track and I could see angels / The Boy: That's great, Oggy / Erin: The Boy, have you seen Roxy Postlethwaite today? / The Boy: But not amazingly great. / The Boy: No. Why? / Erin: She's cheeeee-anged! / Oggy: Did she get a bad lip job for Christmas? / Oggy: Like two balloons taking a holiday on her lower face? / Oggy: Oggy, by the way. Pleased to meet you. / Erin: Erin Winters. / The Boy: Oggy and I have hall monitor duty together this term. / The Boy: Oggy is testing received scientific wisdom about electricity. / The Boy: Mostly testing it with the wetter parts of his body.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Big Lindsay and Sarah are in the coat room watching Roxy]] / Big Lindsay: Just look at Roxy sitting there all icy and aloof. You can't just decide to be dark and eldritch, you have to work at it. / Sarah: Furiously. / [[Esther is sitting, reading a magazine]] / Sarah: And what's with the blonde hair? Darkness is dark. / Esther: She's gone "white goth". It's the new thing from the sad countries. I read about it in the latest issue of Tears. / [[The cover of Tears magazine, Esther's point of view: "New sadness tips - 9 tricks to dismay" "10 minute lethargy workout" "Only £1.75" "Exclusive! My Chemical Romance - 'We got so down that we couldn't move'" "Real life trauma! "I pierced my eyebrow and lost a leg!" "My septic lip cost me my bloke!"" Big Lindsay is holding a magazine called "Malady"]] / Big Lindsay: Tears is for 13 year olds, Esther. The models in Malady all have drug habits and the problems page is twice as rude.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Lindsay: Just look at Roxy sitting there all icy and aloof. / Lindsay: You can't just decide to be dark and eldritch, you have to work at it. / Sarah: Furiously. / Sarah: And what's with the blonde hair? Darkness is dark. / Esther: She's gone "white goth". It's the new thing from the sad countries. / Esther: I read about it in the latest issue of Tears. / [[Enlargement of Tears magazine, with a goth person on the front. Headlines include "New Sadness Tips: 9 tricks to dismay," "Real Life Trauma! 'I pierced my eyebrow and lost a leg!' 'My septic lip cost me my bloke!'", "Exclusive! My Chemical Romance: We got so down that we couldn't more." Lindsay is holding a copy of Malady.]] / Lindsay: Tears is for 13 year olds, Esther. / Lindsay: The models in Malady all have drug habits and the problems page is twice as rude.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Oggy, Erin, The Boy and Milford are eating lunch in the cafeteria]] / The Boy: What's that written on that bit of paper? / Erin: My sister puts notes in with my lunch. / The Boy: Can I see? / The Boy: Wow, she doesn't get any.... saner does she? / "Look out for El Diablo. He is fat and rides a tiny bicycle." / Milford: Is that a metaphor? The devil... rides a bicycle... and... / suddenly I have this pain right behind my eyes. / Erin: Yesterday's was equally astute. / Oggy: "The moon can see your underwear when you get undressed". / Milford: Her sister can say anything she wants. / With them big bambi eyes and fantastic little- / The Boy: Show some class, Milford. / Oggy: Wisdom like this comes from somewhere deep. / Erin: What, a mouldy sack of fortune cookies? / Fermenting in a landfill?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison The Boy: What's written on that bit of paper? / Erin: My sister puts notes in with my lunch." / The Boy: Can I see? / The Boy: Wow, she doesn't get any... saner does she? / The Boy: "Look out for El Diabolo. He is fat and rides a tiny bicycle." / Paul: Is that a metaphor? The devil... rides a bicycle... and... / Paul: ...suddenly I have this pain right behind my eyes. / Erin: Yesterday's was equally astute / Oggy: "The moon can see your underwear when you get undressed." / Paul: Her sister can say anything she wants. / Paul: With them big Bambi eyes and fantastic little- / The Boy: Show some class, Milford / Oggy: Wisdom like this comes from somewhere deep. / Erin: What, a mouldy sack of fortune cookies? / Erin: Fermenting in a landfill?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Esther and Erin are walking on a bridge in a park. Erin is looking at a piece of paper, one of Shelley's notes.]] / Erin: Where does she get this stuff from? Why can't she just be normal? / Esther: You shouldn't be so hard on your sister, Erin. She thinks the sun shines out of your backside. You wouldn't like her if she was "normal". / Esther: Working as a bank manager... Selling insurance policies to old ladies who don't need them. Putting her head in the big pencil sharpener every day. / Esther: My brother is a small, angry, monosyllabic youth whose friends like to rifle through my underwear drawer. / Erin: Well, I guess, but... / Esther: The worst your sister ever does is hug you and sing a demented song of her own creation. / Erin: I suppose. / Erin: Wait, "Putting her head in the big pencil sharpener"? / Esther: Sorry. I was flying by that point and couldn't stop.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Erin Winters: Where does Shelley get this stuff from? Why can't she just be normal? / Esther De Groot: You shouldn't be so hard on your sister, Erin. She thinks the sun shines out of your backside. You wouldn't like her very much if she was "normal". / Esther De Groot: Working as a bank manager... selling insurance policies to old ladies who don't need them. Putting her head in the big pencil sharpener every day. / Esther De Groot: My brother is a small, angry, monosyllabic youth whose friends like to rifle through my underwear drawer. / Erin Winters: Well, I guess, but... / Esther De Groot: The worst your sister ever does is hug you and sing a demented song of her own creation. / Erin Winters: I suppose. / Erin Winters: Wait, "putting her head in the big pencil sharpener"? / Esther De Groot: Sorry. I was flying by that point and couldn't stop.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison <> / Bob Crowley: Come. / Bob Crowley: Ms Liversey, how may I assist you? / Ms Liversey: Well, I was wondering if the school could hold a battle of the bands, headmaster. / Bob Crowley: A what? Warfare? Blood-sport? Flesh rent asunder? / Ms Liversey: No, you know, a musical competition. Your predecessor, Mr. Daimler, didn't like the idea. He was more of a Bach man. Actually, more of a silence man. / Bob Crowley: Music? Frolicking? Pan's Dance? You shall have your "battle"! / Ms Liversey: Great! / Bob Crowley: To the victor, the spoils! To the losers, shame, pain and desolation. / Ms Liversey: Uhhh.…great.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison <> / Bob Crowley: Come. / Crowley: Ms Liversey, how may I assist you? / Liversey: Well, I was wondering if the school could hold a battle of the bands, headmaster. / Crowley: A what? Warfare? Blood-sport? Flesh rent asunder? / Liversey: No, you know, a musical competition. / Your predecessor, Mr Daimler, didn't like the idea. He was more of a Bach man. / Actually, more of a SILENCE man. / Crowley: Music? Frolicking? Pan's Dance? You shall have your "battle"! / Liversey: Great! / Crowley: To the victor, the spoils! To the losers, shame, pain, and DESOLATION. / Liversey: Uhhh... great.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Milford, Esther, and The Boy standing by "Battle of the Bands" poster. Electricity shoots from Milford's clenched fists.]] / Milford: Battle of the bands! Battle of the bands! / Esther: If he doesn't unclench his fists soon, his fingers'll drop off. / The Boy: You don't understand, Esther. This is the moment he's been waiting for for years. / The Boy: Milford believes he was born to save rock. / Esther: Actually, I can imagine. / The Boy: If drawing logos for your own imaginary bands was the main criteria for success… / Esther: …Paul here would be Elvis Presley. Number one in both music and fried foods. / Milford: Shut up, pencil neck, and you too Elvira. I met the devil at the crossroads. / The Boy: Oh I bet. He gave you a permanent marker and a satchel. Showed you how to draw reeeal good. / Esther [[holding up satchel with "Bioknyfe" logo]]: He showed you how to replace the letter "i" with "y". Nyce.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Poster advertises the Battle of the Bands.]] / Milford: Battle of the Bands! Battle of the Bands! / Esther: If he doesn't unclench his fists soon, his fingers'll drop off. / The Boy: You don't understand, Esther. This is the moment he's been waiting for for years. / The Boy: Milford believes he was born to save rock. / Esther: Actually, I can imagine. / The Boy: If drawing logos for your own imaginary bands was the main criteria for success... / Esther: ...Paul here would be Elvis Presley. Number one in both music and fried foods. / Milford: Shut up, Pencil Neck, and you too Elvira. I met the devil at the crossroads. / The Boy: Oh I bet. He gave you a permanent marker and showed you how to draw REEEAL GOOD. / Esther: He showed you how to replace the letter "I" with "Y". NYCE.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Sarah, Esther, and Big Lindsay are in a basement, with guitar and drum kit]] / Sarah: What's wrong with you Esther, why are you winking? / Esther: I've got something in my eye. It really hurts. Why is it that when you've got something in your eye, your first instinct is to get in there with your finger? / Esther: Where's the logic? I've got something microscopic in my eye, and it's agony… …so the answer must be to put something giant in there too. / Big Lindsay: Have you finished complaining? / Esther [[holding notebook labeled "PAIN"]]: Yeah. I brought some of my poetry for lyrics like you asked. / Big Lindsay: Now you're sure you can sing? / Esther: Like a bird. / Big Lindsay: There are a lot of different birds. If I hear a magpie, I'm going to have a problem.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Sarah is carrying a guitar case, and Lindsey is setting up a drum kit in a basement.]] / Sarah: What's wrong with you Esther, why are you winking? / Esther: I've got something in my eye. It really hurts. Why is it that when you've got something in your eye, your first instinct is to get in there with your finger? / Esther: Where's the logic? I've got something microscopic in my eye, and it's agony... so the answer must be to put something giant in there too. / Lindsey: Have you finished complaining? / Esther: Yeah. I brought some of my poetry for lyrics like you asked. / [[Esther offers a dark book titled PAIN for proof.]] / Lindsey: Now you're SURE you can sing? / Esther: Like a bird. / Lindsey: There are a lot of different birds. If I hear a magpie, I'm going to have a problem.
 
Scary Go Round The Boy: Well Milford, that's a third chord. Now all you have to do is play them without looking at your fingers. / Milford: I've got three weeks, The Boy. A couple of days with the guitar and my latent rock abilities will spill out. / <> <> <> / Milford: Then I write a couple of tunes, bish bosh, glory. / The Boy: You think Big Lindsay and Sarah aren't serious? They'll destroy you. / Milford: Eh, girls. They don't got it in them. / The Boy: No one's going to mistake your act for avant garde primitivism. / The Boy: They'll mistake it for a stocky lad howling over a guitar he bought for £25. / Milford: Calm down. You can't stop destiny. / The Boy: Your best hope for avoiding permanent psychological damage is going catatonic. You could get a suicide pill set into your back tooth.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[The Boy and Milford are in Milford's room, The Boy is sitting at a desk watching Milford sitting on his bed practicing guitar]] / The Boy: Well Milford, that's a third chord. Now all you have to do is play them without looking at your fingers. / Milford: I've got three weeks, The Boy. A couple of days with the guitar and my latent rock abilities will spill out. / <> / [[Milford is still sitting, but The Boy has stood and is leaning over, waving his hand at Milford]] / Milford: Then I write a couple of tunes, bish bosh, glory. / The Boy: You think Big Lindsay and Sarah aren't serious? They'll destroy you. / [[The Boy is getting seriously irked, and has lightnig bolts flying around his head]] / Milford: Eh, girls. They don't got it in 'em. / The Boy: No one's going to mistake your act for avant garde primitivism. / [[The Boy is now doing something on the computer while Milford looks on]] / The Boy: They'll mistake it for a stocky lad howling over a guitar he bought for £25 / Milford: Calm down. You can't stop destiny. / [[Milford is no longer in the frame as The Boy is now in profile]] / The Boy: Your best hope for avoiding permanent psychological damage is going catatonic. You could get a suicide pill set into your back tooth.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Onstage at the Battle of the Bands, three fellows dressed like various stages of Bavid Bowie are exiting stage left as Milford is running on, wearing nothing but a guitar and his briefs.]] / Announcer: Those were The Bowies, and next in the Battle of the Bands... Milford! / Milford: AWLRIGHT EVERYBODY! Why did I forget to put my clothes on? / [[Milford, now in front of the curtain, proceeds to play and sing]] / Milford: Mary had a little lamb... lamby lamby lamby lamb... / <> / Audience: Ha Ha! Wot Larks! / [[Milford wakes up in his bed, alarmed]] / Milford: AAh!!! Oh thank God, it was a dream, it was all a dream. Watch some TV, calm down Paul, calm down. / [[Milford, now lounging on his bed watching TV, looking thoughtfull]] / TV: Now on VH1 Storytellers, "One Stood Still, the Other Was Livelier", the story of 80s synth pop. / Bip Bip Beep Beep Bip Bip, Suburban alienation, nice cup of tea. / Milford: Some savior of rock I am. This is going to require serious thought.
Just a dream [[A bunch of guys dressed as rockstars (a la David Bowie) leave a stage]] / Annnouncer: Those were the Bowies, and next in the battle of the bands... Milford! / Milford! AWLRIGHT EVERYBODY! / ...Why did I forget to put my clothes on? / Milford: Mary had a little lamb... Lamby lamby lamby lamb... / <> [[goes the guitar]] / Audience: Ha ha! Wot larks! / [[Milford awakes with a start]] / Milford: AAAH!!! Oh thank God, it was a dream, it was all a dream. Watch some TV, calm down Paul, calm down. / TV: Now on VH1 Storytellers, "One stood still, the other was livelier", the story of 80s synth pop. / bip bip beep beep bip bip, suburban alienation, nice cup of tea / Milford: Some saviour of rock I am. This is going to require serious thought.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[The Boy and Milford are outside a store with signs in the window saying: NEW STOCK! Banjos! Banjos Banjos! and The UN-ANO! Milford is carrying a guitar case]] / The Boy: Milford, why are we meeting at Music Exchange? I told you I want nothing to do with your musical humiliation. / Milford: All right, I got it wrong. Rocking isn't my gift. I couldn't tame the axe. / The Boy: So you're dropping out of The Battle of the Bands? / Milford: No. I'm going to win it. I drew this plan up last night. / The Boy [[looking at a square of yellow paper]]: No. No way, no way! / [[Milford's plan, which appears to be written on a napkin, depicts himself playing a keybord with 'korg' written on it and The Boy singing at a microphone, labelled as 'fey frontman'. The title is 'Synth pop']] / [[Inside The Music Exchange, Milford keenly looks at keyboards while The Boy holds the guitar]] / The Boy: I know a problem shared is a problem halved, but this is your problem. / Milford: Look, from what I can work out, the big keyboard does all the work. / [[Milford is now holding a keyboard while The Boy glares at him]] / Milford: We spend the show giving lovlies the glad-eye from the stage. You'll be an artiste, The Boy, not a twiglet-legged- / The Boy: Quit while you're ahead.
Scary Go Round :: Milford's band idea [[Signs in downtown Tackleford windows: / New Stock! Banjos! Banjos! Banjos! / The UN-ANO!]] / The Boy: Milford, why are we meeting at the music exchange? I told you I want nothing to do with your musical humiliation. / Milford: All right, I got it wrong. Rocking isn't my gift. I couldn't tame the axe. / The Boy: So you're dropping out of the battle of the bands? / Milford: No. I'm going to win it. I drew this plan up last night. / The Boy: No. No way, no WAY! / [[Stained notepaper reads: / Synth pop / [stick figure of the boy, singing] <--fey frontman / [stick figure of milford in hat, banging on KORG keyboard] <-- maestro]] / The Boy: I know a problem shared is a problem halved, but this is YOUR PROBLEM. / Milford: Look, from what I can work out, the big keyboard does all the work. / Milford: We spend the show giving lovelies the glad-eye from the stage. You'll be an artiste, The Boy, not a twiglet-legged-- / The Boy: QUIT WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Esther's Mum: Come in Erin. She's upstairs in her room. / Erin: Esther, are you all right? / Esther: Lindsay and Sarah said that I couldn't be in their band. Snif. They said I can't sing, that I've got no pitch. I sing flat. / Esther: Lindsay said I was so off-key, I caused the Doppler Effect like a siren. / Erin: What do you care what that genetic throwback thinks... er, what happened to your eye? / Esther: I scratched my cornea. So not only am I tone deaf, I'm also a pirate.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Erin is visiting Esther, whose mother is in the kitchen baking cookies while wearing an orange spotted apron]] / Esther's Mother: Come in Erin. She's upstairs in her room. / [[Erin stands in Esther's doorway. On the door is a poster of some fellow in a grey tribal mask with a red robe]] / Erin: Esther, are you all right? / [[Esther is sitting at her window]] / Esther: Lindsay and Sarah said that I couldn't be in their band. Snif. They said I can't sing, that I've got not pitch. I sing flat. / [[Esther now sitting at her desk with a sad look. Erin stands half in frame]] / Esther: Lindsay said I was so off-key, I caused the doppler effect like a siren. / [[Esther, now standing by the window, Erin has an arm on her back consolingly]] / Erin: Why do you care what that genetic throwback thinks... Er, what happened to your eye? / [[Esther, now holding a (stuffed?) praying mantis, looking grumpy (Esther, not the mantis. The mantis looks quite happy)]] / Esther: I scratched my cornea. So not only am I tone deaf, I'm also a pirate.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Lindsey: I told you that Esther wouldn't be able to sing. / Sarah: It was worth a go. / Lindsey: She spends too much time with Erin Winters now anyway. She's not hardcore bleak any more. / Lindsey: Used to be she was reliably sad and silent. Now it's all grins and odd ideas. / Sarah: We need a singer who has lots of pain. Just out and out misery. Isn't that Roxy? / Roxy: The sky will split in two and all there will be is insects. / Sarah: Two words: untapped resource. / Lindsey: So Rox, can you hold a tune? / Roxy: The dark sod will claim us all. / Sarah: I'm giddy! I'm giddy!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Big Lindsay and Sarah are riding the bus]] / Big Lindsay: I told you that Esther wouldn't be able to sing. / Sarah: It was worth a go. / Big Lindsay: She spends too much time with Erin Winters now anyway. She's not hardcore bleak any more. / [[The two leave the bus]] / Big Lindsay: Used to be she was reliably sad and silent. Now it's all grins and odd ideas. / Sarah: We need a singer who has a lot of pain. Just out and out misery. Isn't that Roxy? / [[Sarah stands next to Roxy, talking to Big Lindsay who is off frame]] / Roxy: The sky will split in two and all there will be is insects. / Sarah: Two words: untapped resource. / [[Big Lindsay is now holding Roxy by the shoulders. Sarah is standing on her other side looking giddy.]] / Big Lindsay: So Rox, can you hold a tune? / Roxy: The dark sod will claim us all. / Sarah: I'm giddy! I'm giddy!
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Roxy: Blood blisters on a dying swan. / The Child: Hello, hello! / Father: Why, it's our special friend. Do come in. / The Child: Pretty! Pretty like the moon! / Roxy: Ash and bone. Ash and bone. / Father: You've joined a group? But how marvellous! The Child and I would like to teach a song, for you to sing. / The Child: Wow bang pop! / Father: Listen carefully to the notes and tones of the moussephone. Join in when you feel confident. Try not to be distracted by the Child's jazz improvisation. / The Child: Quack quack moo pop!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Roxy is walking toward a door of a brick building, where she is greeted by The Child]] / Roxy: Blood blisters on a dying swan. / The Child: Hello, hello! / [[The Child takes Roxy's hand and leads her inside while The Father hangs up Roxy's coat]] / The Father: Why, it's our special friend. Do come in. / The Child: Pretty! Pretty like the moon! / [[Roxy sits on a stool as The Father looks through records labelled "Mr Nice" and "DISEASE!" to play on an antique grammophone. The Child is drumming on a blue drum with a strap.]] / Roxy: Ash and bone. Ash and Bone. / The Father: You've joined a group? A musical band? But how marvellous! The Child and I would like to teach you a song, for you to sing. / The Child: Wow Bang Pop! / [[The Father plays on a small keyboard attached to a (dead?) cow hanging from the ceiling. He is wearing a gas mask attached by a tube to the cow's rear end. The Child is still banging on his drum.]] / The Child: Quack Quack Moo Pop!! / The Father: Listen carefully to the notes and tones of the moussephone. Join in when you feel confident. Try not to be distracted by The Child's jazz improvisation.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Crowley: Crowley, Crowley, running this school is a torture even you could not have devised. How can I bend young minds to my plans when attempting to schedule "compulfory tefting". What say you, Mr Daimler? / Mr Daimler: P-p-p-please... / Crowley: I only keep you around to help me with these little problems, sir! I need your headmastering experience to thrive, to win! / Mr Daimler: W-w-w-w- / Crowley: Have I broken you? Damn it all, one cannot get the staff these days... or can one? / Crowley: Now I understand from your resume that you have birthed a thousand screaming young in the fires of Pluh-4 Dimension. But how are you with Excel?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Crowley is sitting at a desk writing with a quill pen. I the foreground, Mr Damler is sitting, shackled by his wrists, in a closet, his clothes in tatters]] / Crowley: Crowley, Crowley. Running this school is a torture even you could not have devised. How can I bend young minds to my plans when attempting to schedule "compulfory tefting". What say you, Mr Daimler? / Mr Daimler: P-p-p-please... / [[Crowley leans over Mr Damler, frowning]] / Crowley: I only keep you around to help with these little problems, sir! I need your headmastering experience to thrive, to win! / Mr Daimler: W-w-w-w- / [[Crowley pulls Mr Daimler to his feet by his chin. Mr Daimler's eyes have a glazed look]] / Crowley: Have I broken you? Damn it all, one cannot get the staff these days... Or can one? / [[Crowley is now interviewing what seems to be a giant earthworm that has appeared in a wormhole powered by the blue flames of the candles]] / Crowley: Now I understand from your resume that you have birthed a thousand screaming young in the fires of Pluh-4 dimension. But how are you with Excel?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Bob Crowly is watching his new employees work at a miniature desk]] / Bob Crowley: Mooncalves, how fare projections for the coming school year? / Mooncalf 1: Dire news on every front! / Mooncalf 2: Terrible problems, both fiscal and educational! We're falling far short of targets, you may be "named" and "shamed"! / [[Mooncalf1 holds up chats showing that Math, Physics and Esperanto are all falling sharply]] / Mooncalf 1: You need to stop putting lead and bromine in the canteen food. / Bob Crowley: But lead soothes and bromine pacifies! It is prov'n! / [[Mooncalf1 now points to a book held up by purple tentacles, depciting a goofy-looking fellow giving the thumbs up. The title is "Jamie Oliver - Worrrrrr"]] / Mooncalf 1: Sluggish pupils will not pass muster! A zesty diet of grains and pulses is recommended. / [[Bob Crowley, now very upset, turns to a giant white bunny sitting at a computer smoking a cigarette]] / Bob Crowley: Mr Pooka, tell me, can't I just create a school of evil minions ... without all this legislative red tape? / Mr Pooka: Headmaster, I am a giant talking rabbit, not a miracle worker. And my paw keeps slipping off the mouse. Plus, I have O.C.D.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Bob Crowley is supervising his new hirees, two small green fellows {{previously thought to have been eaten by bears}}, in an office]] / Bob Crowley: Mooncalves, how fare projections for the coming year? / Mooncalf: Dire news on every front! / Mooncalf with Glasses: Terrible problems, both fiscal and educational! / We're falling far short of targets, you may be "named" and "shamed"! / [[The Mooncalf shows Bob Crowley a bar graph showing math dropping, a pie chart with only a small sliver of physics, and a line graph that shows Esperanto falling sharply.]] / Mooncalf: You need to stop putting lead and bromine in the canteen food. / Bob Crowley: But lead soothes and bromine pacifies! It is prov'n! / [[The mooncalf now points to a cookbook, held aloft by a pair of purple, spotted tentacles, depicting a goofy-looking fellow and titled: Jamie Oliver - Worrrrrr]] / Mooncalf: Sluggish pupils will not pass muster! / A zesty diet of grains and pulses is recommended. / [[Bob Crowley, now visibly agitated, vents his fury on a giant white rabbit smoking and sitting at a computer]] / Bob Crowley: Mr Pooka, tell me, can't I just create a school of evil minions... / [[shouting]] ...Without all this legislative red tape? / Mr Pooka: Headmaster, I am a giant talking rabbit, not a miracle worker. / And my paw keeps slipping off the mouse. / Plus, I have O.C.D.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Ms Liversey: Thanks for helping set up the stage, you two. Mr Pevenser will be in his truss for another month. / Erin: Well, I have to do something since all my friends are rehearsing with their bands. / Ms Liversey: Yes, I didn't realise this would be so popular. / Oggy: I think everyone likes music! / Erin: I guess you're right. Constant distraction removes the need to spend any time actually thinking. / Oggy: You're a very serious girl, Erin. / Erin: And it's a very frivolous world. / Erin: I hope by process of elimination to be in charge one day.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Oggy and Erin are hanging and stapling things in the school auditorium]] / Ms Liversey: Thanks for helping set up the stage, you two. Mr Pevenser will be in his truss for another month. / Erin: Well, I have to do something nice since all my friends are rehearsing with their bands. / [[Ms Liversey is now fidding with wires while Oggy carries a black box in the background]] / Ms Liversey: Yes, I didn't realize this would be so popular. / Oggy: I think everyone likes music! / [[Erin is hanging white letters on the curtain]] / Erin: I guess you're right. / Constant distraction removes the need to spend any time actually thinking. / [[Oggy is still carrying is black box, while Erin is now cutting out a 'T' from a big white piece of card]] / Oggy: You're a very serious girl, Erin. / Erin: And it's a very frivolous world. / [[Erin grins and branishes a stapler]] / Erin: I hope by process of elimination to be in charge some day.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Erin is sitting at a computer, Shelly standing behind.]] / Shelly: Roffle me this and roffle me that, who's afraid of the big web chat. / Zee oh em gee, Erin! You're pregnant with Imhotep's baby? / You should have been more careful! / [[Shelly now hunching over Erin's left shoulder.]] / Erin: Stop reading over my shoulder. It's rude. / Shelly: This is sisterly concern, Erin! Imhotep will make no kind of father for your child. / [[Shelly has produced an Egyptian painting, Erin now facing her.]] / Shelly: You can't trust a boy who is always depicted in profile! He won't even look you in the eye. / Erin: What do you want, Shelly? / [[Erin and Shelly now sitting on the edge of a bed]] / Shelly: I'm covering your battle of the bands at school tomorrow and I wanted to know if any of the teachers I fancied still got it. / Erin: Who? / [[Erin squints disdainfully at Shelly]] / Shelly: Mr Denton. Mr Moss. / Erin: Augh, you're diseased. / Shelly: I'll dress trashy and wink promiscuously.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Shelley is standing behind Erin, who is working at a computer]] / Shelley: Roffle me this and roffle me that, who's afraid of the big web chat. / Zee oh em gee, Erin! You're pregnant with Imhotep's baby? / You should have been more careful! / Erin: Stop reading over my shoulder. It's rude. / Shelley: This is sisterly concern, Erin! Imhotep will make no kind of father for your child. / [[Shelley has produced an egyptian painting]] / Shelley: You can't trust a boy who is always depected in profile! He won't even look you in the eye. / Erin: What do you want, Shelley? / [[Shelley and Erin are now sitting on the edge of a bed]] / Shelley: I'm covering your battlle of the bands at school tomorrow and I wanted to know if any of the teachers I fancied still got it. / Erin: Who? / Shelley: Mr Denton. Mr Moss. / Erin: Augh, you're diseased. / Shelley: I'll dress trashy and wink promiscusously.
 
Scary Go Round Shelley: So why did you decide to hold a "Battle of the Bands"? / Ms Liversey: Well really I wanted to show the kids that music isn't just about counterpoint and triads and-- / Mr Pevenser: Anarchy and fornication! No good can come of their youthful thrashings. / Mr Pevenser: I had the same idea back in '73, high on the sound of Jethro Tull. My superior, Mr Cole, warned me... / [[Flashback]] / Mr Cole: Mark ye well, the modern rhythm overexcites young minds... / Mr Pevenser: [[thinking]] Man, what a square... / [[End Flashback]] / Shelley: Was this 1973 or 1873? / Ms Liversey: I think Mr Pevenser is a bit tired and emotional... / Mr Pevenser: Why didn't I listen? / Mr Cole: Music is dead to me. I'm going to live alone, naked in a cave. I didn't mean to bite those babies.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Shelley is interviewing Ms. Liversey and Mr. Pevenser. All are seated and the interview is being recorded.]] / Shelley: So why did you decide to hold a "Battle of the Bands"? / Ms. Liversey: Well really I wanted to show the kids that music isn't just about counterpoint and triads and - / Mr. Pevenser: Anarchy and fornication! No good can come of their youthful thrashings. / Mr. Pevenser: I had the same idea back in '73, high on the sound of Jethro Tull. My superior, Mr Cole, warned me... / [[Flashback to a conversation between Mr. Pevenser and Mr. Cole in 1973. Mr. Pevenser is holding a vinyl record of Jethro Tull's "Aqualung".]] / Mr. Cole: Mark ye well. The modern rhythm overexcites young minds... / Mr. Pevenser: Man, what a square... / [[Present day.]] / Shelley: Was this 1973 or 1873? / Ms. Liversey: I think Mr Pevenser is a bit tired and emotional... / [[Mr. Pevenser recalls a memory of Mr. Cole (who invades the panel).]] / Mr. Pevenser: Why didn't I listen? / Mr. Cole: Music is dead to me. I'm going to live alone, naked in a cave. I didn't mean to bite those babies!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Clean Street Crew member #1: Hey, you - We're the Clean Street Crew / Clean Street Crew member #2: Don't do drugs or the drugs do you / MC Horse: I'm MC Horse and I'm here to say / MC Horse: My two main lines are rope and hay ... hey! / <> / Clean Street Crew member #1: Barbiturates, quaaludes, crack cocaine. / Clean Street Crew member #2: Ecstasy's fun but it mashes your brain. / Clean Street Crew member #2: Lyin' on the tracks thinkin' you're a train. / Clean Street Crew member #1: Cryin' to your mum 'cause you can't find a vein. / Shelley: An uplifting and positive message! Nine out of ten! / Shelley: Plus... a half for choreography. / Erin: They shouldn't have let you be a judge, Shelley. / Erin: It's too much responsibility for the chronically whimsical. / Ms Liversey: How many drugs do I have to take to get this to stop?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[on stage: a student hip hop performance]] / yellow hooded performer: HEY, YOU WE'RE THE CLEAN STREET CREW / pony tail girl performer: DON'T DO DRUGS OR THE DRUGS DO YOU / horse-headed performer: I'M MC HORSE AND I'M HERE TO SAY MY TWO MAIN LINES ARE ROPE AND HAY - HEY! / [[the turntables emit lyrics: I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can]] / yellow hood: BARBITURATES, QUAALUDES, CRACK COCAINE, / pony tail: ECSTACY'S FUN BUT IT MASHES YOUR BRAIN / pony tail: LYIN' ON THE TRACKS THINKIN' YOU'RE A TRAIN. / horse-headed performer sans horse head: CRYIN TO YOUR MUM 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T FIND A VEIN. / [[audience: Mr. Pevenser, Ms. Liversey, Shelley Winters, Erin Winters, Esther de Groot, and (I think, partially out of frame) Oggy]] / Ms. Liversey: HOW MANY DRUGS DO I HAVE TO TAKE TO GET THIS TO STOP? / Shelley Winters: AN UPLIFTING AND POSITIVE MESSAGE! EIGHT OUT OF TEN! PLUS...A HALF FOR CHOREOGRAPHY. / Erin Winters: THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE LET YOU BE A JUDGE, SHELLEY. IT'S TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE CHRONICALLY WHIMSICAL.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[A quartet of students are playing onstage at the Battle of the Bands]] / Red Guitar Boy: This is so tight / <> / Blue Guitar Boy: This is wicked tight / <> / Boy on Drums: Tight! / Black Guitar Boy: This groove is elastic yet tight / <> / [[Ms Liversey is sitting next to Shelley. Both have notepads out and are writing in them]] / Ms Liversey: That was extremely tight! / Shelley: There's such a thing as too tight. / For example, cycling shorts were never acceptable day wear. / [[Another act, a sad boy with an acoustic guitar and a lizard glove puppet. The puppet speaks in green type]] / Sad Boy: I loved my lizard, my lizard died / You said you won't come over, even though I cried / Lizard Puppet: You're a boy with problems, you've got a lot of problems / [[Erin and Esther are watching the show]] / Erin: It's a train wreck, in slow motion, and the train is full of puppies. / Esther: My heart is breaking: in a good way. / [[The Sad By is now singing to the sky]] / Sad Boy: I look to the sky, and what do I see? / Lizard Puppet: A cloud shaped like you, flipping me the vee
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[a band plays on stage]] / <> / guitarist 1: THIS IS SO TIGHT / guitarist 2: THIS IS WICKED TIGHT / drummer: TIGHT! / guitarist 3: THIS GROOVE IS ELASTIC YET TIGHT / [[audience, Ms. Liversey next to disdainful looking Shelley Winters]] / Ms. Liversey: THAT WAS EXTREMELY TIGHT! / Shelley Winters: THERE'S SUCH A THING AS TOO TIGHT. FOR EXAMPLE, CYCLING SHORTS WERE NEVER ACCEPTABLE DAY WEAR. / [[a single performer with guitar and lizard puppet]] / performer: I LOVED MY LIZARD, MY LIZARD DIED YOU SAID YOU WON'T COME OVER, EVEN THOUGH I CRIED / puppet: YOU'RE A BOY WITH PROBLEMS, YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS / <> / [[audience: Erin Winters and Esther de Groot]] / Erin Winters: IT'S A TRAIN WRECK, IN SLOW MOTION, AND TRAIN IS FULL OF PUPPIES / Esther de Groot: MY HEART IS BREAKING: IN A GOOD WAY / [[stage]] / performer: I LOOK TO THE SKY, AND WHAT DO I SEE? / puppet: A CLOUD SHAPED LIKE YOU, FLIPPING ME THE VEE
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Battle of the Bands: The Boy and Milford are on, playing synth pop. The Boy sings:]] / The Boy: We're spend some time in your rented flat / And go for dinner at a restaurant / Then listen to some Sondheim tunes / Perhaps look at wallpaper swatches / Milford: The Boy's a genius! It's impossible to put a foot wrong. / Esther: Wow. The Boy and Milford really capture the inner life of the gay computer, circa 1987. / Erin: You don't think...? / Milford: I bet the lasses are well impressed / Milford: Heh heh / Esther: Not The Boy. I caught him sniffing my hair in physics. / Esther: But Milford...he's just waiting for the right sailor to come along and open his eyes.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Milford and the Boy on stage at the Battle of the Bands]] / The Boy: We're spend some time in your rented flat / And go for dinner at a restaurant / Then listen to some Sondheim tunes / Perhaps look at wallpaper swatches / Milford: The Boy's a genius! It's impossible to put a foot wrong. / Esther: Wow, the Boy and Milford really capture the inner life of the gay computer, circa 1987. / Erin: You don't think..? / Milford: I bet the lasses are well impressed. Heh heh. / Esther: Not the boy. I caught him sniffing my hair in Physics. But Milford... He's just waiting for the right sailor to come along and open his eyes.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison {{Battle of the bands continues}} / [[Backstage the Boy and Milford talk]] / Milford: I think we've won it, the Boy! / The Boy: What about Lindsay and Sarah? / Milford: People don't want to hear songs about gravestones falling over. / [[On Stage Lindsay and Roxy talking]] / Lindsay: We are Coven of Sepsis, and this is... / Roxy: Viral puncture of the superior vena cava. / [[Band playing]] / <> / <> / <> / <> / <> / <> / <> / <> / [[The judges discuss]] / Erin Winters: This is astonishing Esther. / Esther de Groot: Self indulgent clap trap, Erin. What do you think about this Oggy, as a man of science? / Oggy: Ahhhh. Ah. / <> / <> / <> / Oggy: Ahhhh.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[The Boy and Milford stand backstage]] / Milford: I think we've won it, The Boy! / The Boy: What about Lindsay and Sarah? / Milford: People don't want to hear songs about gravestones falling over. / [[Sarah and Roxy on stage introducing their song]] / Sarah: We are COVEN OF SEPSIS, and this is... / Roxy: VIRAL PUNCTURE OF THE SUPERIOR VENA CAVA. / [[On stage, Roxy is singing, with Sarah on guitar and Lindsay on drums]] / Roxy: <>{{The dialog balloons are filled with black}} / Sarah: <> / Roxy: <> / Sarah: <> / Lindsay: <> / [[Erin, Esther and Oggy seated on a bench, listening]] / Erin: [[holds fingers in ears]] This is ASTONISHING, Esther. / Esther: Self indulgent clap-trap, Erin. What do you think about this, Oggy, as a man of science? / Oggy: [[eyes wide, tongue hanging out]] Ahhhh. Ah. / <> / Oggy: AHHHH. / Roxy: [[from out of scene]] <>
 

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