Nase & Abel - Digital Gods, part 5

Anex's price is nothing so trivial as currency.

naseandabel-shortformat#8-page05 (written and illustrated by Gareth Monger)

Nase & Abel - Digital Gods, part 4

Negotiations with Anextiomarus. And... language barriers.

naseandabel-shortformat#8-page04 (written and illustrated by Gareth Monger)

Nase & Abel: Black Star Tribute

Bowie leaves us (he's a black star).

Nase_and_Abel_short_form_Bowie. Written and illustrated by Gareth Monger.

The Twitwich Effluence - Old Boats

Here at Twitwich, have no fear - what's past is past; and once something's buried, it stays buried. Apart from copper cabling, or corpses.

Twitwich Effluence - short form #04 (written/illustrated by Andy Brain)

The Twitwich Effluence - Distance

Welcome to another January, secure in the knotted bowels of Twitwich. With a New Year, thoughts of a change of scene are only natural, especially when you're employed by Britain's Most Corrupt Council (see Private Eye ad nauseum).

Twitwich Effluence - short form #03 (written/illustrated by Andy Brain)

Poetry Hallway - Sunday Sonnet

What do you do with your weekends, human? Do you hide from the world and nurse your bruises? Beware! prefers the outward bound approach. Stride on. Get some thin air through those thickly-stuffed nostrils. Tufts of moss in the turn-ups, freshly pressed faeces on the stout shoes. Shoo! Get out of my restaurant. Goodfellas American Pizzas, made in Ireland. Christ. It's all lies.



Tonight's poetic gem heart is a sad indictment of modern Britain. How does anybody get anything done when we're all so ruddy cynical and depressed?

Sunday, bloody Sunday (Andy Brain).

Sunday Sonnet by Andy Brain

A weekend, solo, yawning with options.

I ponder protests. Projects. Games. Girls. Guilt.

Some respite from the rain, though now too late
for our recycling bins, infusing slow.
On sodden Sundays such as this, a roast
restores good faith; and crumble sets the seal.
No such succour, sadly. Sit-ups rendered

pointless by crisps, ice-cream, packet crap. Still,

with purring Hoover under my command,
I prance about this sty, chase flies, chase flies.
Catch myself in the mirror. Don't like it.
No muscle on this frame; pale, flaky, twigs
and overspilling head. Tired teeth retreat.
A weekend, solo, empty and soulless.



"Prozac-ah! It's a good life." - Mark E Smith

The Twitwich Effluence - Rail

If you should find yourself travelling towards the town of Twitwich... don't. If you should find yourselves within its borders... too late. Whenever you arrive, though, rest assured that Twitwich Town Council will be grappling with the issues of the day, in the Town Hall they used to own and are now renting back.

Twitwich Effluence - short form #02 (written/illustrated by Andy Brain)

The Twitwich Effluence - Leave

Welcome to Twitwich. This noted market town has had many favourable mentions in the national press, for its drive, ambition, its retail potential, its steely reaction to a town-wide arson epidemic, its upbeat response to syringes in the park and turds in the pond, and its extreme focus on maintaining existing business links in the face of an entire lack of opportunities, skills or intelligence. Twitwich Town Council is the jewel in the crown, the joule in the engine, the Jul in the calendar. Working hard for you, one twelfth of the year.

Twitwich Effluence - short form #01 (written/illustrated by Andy Brain)

Nase & Abel - Digital Gods, part 3

Abel begins proceedings with Anextiomarus but... language barriers.

naseandabel-shortformat#8-page03 (written and illustrated by Gareth Monger)

Nase & Abel - Digital Gods, part 2

Abel transports Nase to the Datascapes of Anextiomarus with a view to getting Nase's data backed up. Seemingly Abel likes to take precautions.

naseandabel-shortformat#8-page02 (written and illustrated by Gareth Monger)