It’s the last few weeks of summer, and like virtually every summer for the last 13 or so years I sat there in April or so saying ‘I’m not going to be stuck in an office this summer’ before going on to be stuck in an office that summer, or that I’d have an ”easy summer’ when in fact, I’m utterly knackered.
I’m not going to bore you with the fine details as there’s people in worse situations but it’s just sad to watch another summer end with the potential of that summer pour down the drain. In fact the point of this is to say that one of the ideas I had for a comic was about a man watching thinking about his life as he sits by the seafront watching the last rays of summer fade. No capes. No fights. Just a story of normal lives. Might actually do this one as there’s some potential in it.
Anyhow, it’s the end of summer which means we all desperately try to avoid talking about Christmas while milking we can out of the last few summer days.
As for me, next summer I won’t be stuck in an office. Honest….