Anyone who likes my stuff will probably find my new series pleasant enough reading. It isn't great but hey, its new material. Anyone remotely familiar with my work has probably noted that my polificacy is somewhat the inverse of shift patterns for oil-rig workers. Four weeks on, eight months off. With the exception of a mis-timed lunge at Morricone last month and yesterday's realisation that my comic count was at 199, this is my first real attempt at comic creation for a good while now.
This series is a natural successor to the patently hit-and-miss Swatting the Barflies which I haven't touched for over two years now, and deal mainly with my new job as a waiter in an Edinburgh restaurant in which I am usually the only person in the building, staff included, who has English as their first language (a cut-down sub-yorkshire English, but English nonetheless). Where the protagonist in 'Swatting the Barflies' was witty, quick and malevolent, this guy (who is still based on me) is an awkward, bumbling dope.
This is possibly more true to life.
Like the bar series, this is all based on real-life events.
Enjoy.
[Click to view comic: 'Waiting for the Monolingual']
[Click to view comic: 'Waiting for the Monolingual II']
