I loved Time Team. It tickled every archaeological pipe dream I ever had (I should have listed it higher on my Uni options, I know I should.) But just once, wouldn’t it have been nice for them to dig up something really cool? Like an unknown Roman Legion, or a Harrier jump jet?
“Now get out there and give us a battle Time Team will be proud to dig up!”
An example of my gag writing being infinitely better than my drawing skills: this looks like I tried to get it to completion but gave up when I couldn’t get what was in my head onto the page.
Damn good gag, though.
“It looks like some sort of ransom note.”
Given the lined note-paper, and the care I took sketching out, I’m going to say it was one hell of a boring team meeting I was stuck in at the time. I clearly was too bored to come up with something funny.
“Hello? Base camp? I haven’t found the elephant’s graveyard yet, but I think I know someone who has…”
Death. Cartoon gold. Every time.
“Honey, the clown is here!”
It’s not often that I come across a forgotten thumbnail that makes me cackle and kind of wish I’d gone down the other creative path with my career.
The 4th Doctor getting ripped a new one by an angry Lollipop Guild is one of them.
“Honestly, you people. It’s like you all get a dog and a flying house and think it give you a licence to start squashing witches…”
I’d watch the movie. That’s all I’m saying. Unless it had Adam Sandler in it. That shit’s worse than death. But other than that…
“No, actually. I don’t think it would be cool if we all lived in the same house like The Beatles did in that movie, okay?”
I have no excuse.
“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We know there are some things a man just can’t ask his wife for.”
Laughing at farts. Cooking like Mum used to. Understanding the offside rule.