And FINALLY - they let me do a comic strip in my English book. The Wepherds - my
own little dysfunctional cartoon family - a lot closer to home than the Richard Forsythe
stuff and therefore a lot more fun. Shane Wepherd was a bona fide alter ego, but
grown up with his own family, so in some ways he reflected my own family situation
(Shane looked more like my Dad than me, I always thought, but I didn't have a sister
and didn't really relate to Sunuv, plus in real life we shared a house with my Grandparents.
But my Mum really did have a horrifically loud voice when she chose to use it). But
mainly he was a fantasy version of me, who may be more cantankerous and sometimes
even hapless, but who generally had more confidence and control over his life. Or
at least he does here.
There isn't much going on in this story. It's dinner time and that's it. The best
bit is that Dortruv gets her teeth smashed out by a bar of soap - and her line in
response is probably the best comedy line I'd ever written up till now (once again,
I so hope I didin't just nick it from someone else), but apart from that it's pretty
unremarkable. A less funny cartoon version of The Young Ones, with a real family
instead of students.
The one thing this probably did lead to was my teacher Mr Shaw asking me to draw
regular comic strips for the school notice board - some of which you can see here.
I haven't retained many of these - I wonder if the school did - but I do know that
in my second year I did a full-colour Shane Wepherd strip lasting several weeks called
'Trial By Custard,' which mercilessly ripped the piss out of the headmaster and several
teachers. But somehow they still let me do it.
This particular strip didn't return for a second part, as far as I know, so I'll
have to assume Sunuv died when his record player exploded.
I got very sloppy at remembering to put the date above my English work around this
time so there's no date on it but the next thing in the book is dated June 4th, a
Monday, so I'd say around the end of May is a good bet.