“Fine. You were right. They hate it. I’ll go back to the black hood tomorrow, okay?”
This one sits right at the heart of the Venn diagram that represents my love of absurdism, my love of gallows humour, and my love of making uptight little old ladies curl their noses up in disdain. Consequently, it still makes me giggle my weaselly little black heart out.
“At the third strike, my husband will apologise and fall asleep…”
Am I right, ladies. You know I’m right. (Polishes lounge act, plays Northern club circuit…)
It’s probably 20 years since I scratched this one out. Sad that it still seems utterly accurate, especially given our current Government’s predilection for bending over and taking it from the Cult of Reinhart.
“My God, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life. Who can we sell it to?”
The sort of cartoon that seemed okay throughout most of recorded cartooning history, but now just seems pretty much a perfect storm of patronising, racist and sexist. So it goes.
“Apparently, not a virgin, then.”
I make this my solid vow: if I ever get back to University, I will sneak in to the library and do this.
Lee Murray is a six-time winner of New Zealand’s Sir Julius Vogel Award for science fiction, fantasy and horror writing. She’s the author of monster thriller Into the Mist (Cohesion Press), and co-author (with Dan Rabarts) of the speculative crime-noir series The Path of Ra, releasing in 2017 from Raw Dog Screaming Press. She lives online at her website, and you can also catch up with her on Facebook and Twitter.
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Sometimes, a simple case of metaphor works wonders. Superheroes fly, birds fly. The humour is simple, but in this case, I think it works.
Every year, crime runs rampant in Northern cities,
as superheroes fly South for the winter.