February 2026

One of my perennial problems in making comics, is the apparent age of any of the characters. In a coming-of-age story (which my comics are often about), getting close to that ‘first time’ feel, without crossing that boundary of “Hold on, this is depiction of under 18s” … is pretty difficult. How old are fictional…

Who knows what to do, eh? All of this **gestures vaguely** going on. It’s almost as if our powerlessness is okay, is part of us. And all we really need to do is to be us. People who care about people. People who when grievance politics comes on the radio … we switch the radio…

It’s a funny thing, money. Sometimes I’ve had it, sometimes I haven’t. One thing I’m really glad to have learnt early on is that when I’ve had absolutely tons of it, though it has provided ‘stuff’, it hasn’t correlated with my deep happiness/contentment with life. And sure I love to spend it, sure. For reals. Comfort…

(Did anyone notice that Catan reference in the second Kinfolk comic? No? Ah well, doesn’t matter, just my ’tism being the ’tism.) Okay anyway, I think I may have found Eden and I thought it important to report back to the internet. In the actual real world, I’m currently sitting on a creaking leather chair…

Always a fan of Jerry Seinfeld (although I guess there’s a pretty strong chance that particular sitcom donger appears in the Epstein files … let’s not get into that), there are a couple of classic moments I always loved in that series; (1) SERENITY NOW! Shrieked by Ben Stillers father will always hold a warm…

3rd of Feb, I wrote this: … 4th of Feb, first time ever, saddest boy on the planet apparently wrote this:   … at least we know he reads good blogs 👌 Don’t worry about it, mate; we’re all on a bit of a journey. Happy Friday, everyone! 🍻

One of my all-time favourite Americans (who’s still alive), Richard Rohr said “In order to transcend what we are, our old self has to be destroyed”*. And the problem with any destruction, of the ego, of the old ways, is that it’s a bit of a painful process! We know this on a personal level,…

I’m thinking of making a short comic about what happens when someone thinks they can buy happiness, but it turns out they so obviously can’t. I always enjoyed that great scene in The Office, when the thick bros of the office eagerly fawn over the resident power-douche, saying “He could have any woman he wants”,…