No stranger to contempt.

Better off dead if the other chaps believe you are a shirker. The world would be a better off place if everyone did their bit. But no, some fellows just won't take a bullet for the team. Yet despite protestations from all sides emotions prove to be more derisive than decisive. 

Hidin' in a 'ole

There comes a time in every person's life where hole hiding becomes a priority. Forget about standing tall, taking it on the chin and all other cultural short hand comments for bravado. It can be dangerous out there. Standing up and up being counted is really not worth the effort, when you can just as easily be tabulated whether you are prone or supine. To whose advantage is it really, the counted or the counter?

When vriends are hard to find.

Swine or no swine, trusting a man with a groomed beard with a gun and who can't distinguish the the letter f from the letter v is always going to be a mistake.

The beard manages to pronounce every other consonant correctly and becomes agitated when questioned. Is he annoyed because he has been delayed in out Hipstering his Hipster friends (vriends) by taking his  bakelite headset and shortwave radio on the bus?

Despite his faults he certainly knows how to wear a cravat correctly and at least should be vanked vor not succumbing to vashion vearing as a poorly vormed noose. 

For the love of cross hatching.

 This is but one panel. The night sky is cross hatched. Some of the clouds are cross hatched. Even the Lancaster's panels are cross hatched. The ink work is sublime. This is a thing of beauty.

Have beard will run.

  There is more to a morning run than being mouthed off by some hip standing nonce in a four button single breasted jacket. There is the joy of going for a run with the chaps. There is the joy of running in cotton and wool - natural fibres are so much better for the skin, even though there may be a slight issue of dampness retention. But oh my it's good to get outside.