Drury
I’m rather anal about making sure that names of places are correct and that there is an element of truth involved in things I write about. I spent some time “finding” where the Drury flat would be. It’s at the corner of Drury & Longacre in London… Near Covent Garden. (for all who are interested, it across the street from The Prince of Wales pub).
*it is fixed… thanks for the mail. Some cartoonists are lacking in bubble construction… sigh… this one got away from me. I sure am glad I keep the unflattened Photoshop version!
Yeouch. How’s, suddenly poor, Rye going to extricate himself out of this train-wreck of misery?
Well this is a family comic, as in funny, ha ha, so my guess is that we’ll next see Rye waking up from a horrible nightmare while still in flight to London. Cramped sleeping, don’t you know? Or at least, I hope he will, as I am sure he does too at this point.
I’m not sure how embarrassed I should be to admit that Clive reminds me of me.
Except I usually put raw onions and tomato sauce on my corned beef butties.
Speech bubble. 2nd panel …
Good eye, Crow.
I wonder if Brig is awake yet. So soon after Portland.
This should be an interesting story about how Clive came to this. I mean, he’s from a family of means and proper upbringing. Despite being a young bachelor on his own, that’s a really messy flat. I hope Rye Bread doesn’t end up being Ryan’s Housecleaning Service. 😉
Come to think of it. Clive’s place bears a certain resemblence to Randie’s.
Still, for Ryan I think it’s more a matter of a “nice place” to visit, but not to live there.
While there, Ryan ought to tape a line down the middle, and keep “his” half clean.
Won’t happen though, he’s too nice…er…shy to speak out or take such action.
Egad! Sloth infestation! Call the exterminators before they slowly run away!