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If a man empties his purse into his head, no one can take it from him.


No, it's not a prune, it's Henry at four days! Here he is all arty farty already, set against a black background pulling his The Thinker pose. He's always been a biggun' hence the bruising around the face incurred on the way out!

By the by, I only just realised that the comic that I posted a couple of posts ago was number 700 for this blog. Happy 700 blog!

Comments

Miles McClagan said…
I'm very impressed by anyone who gets to 700 posts...congrats...I don't even want to think about what I'll be writing about after 700 posts...the poor state of dustbusters or summat...
Kitty said…
wow, happy 700th post!
hooray! here's to the next 700 :-)
Danial Bigham said…
Wow,It's beautiful honey.
blackie said…
happy 700th! I like Henry's hairdo there, little bit o a tintin quiff. He was rather big, I feel like a giving-birth wuss by comparison.
USelaine said…
You are a blogging machine, Kris. I have no doubt you will hit 1000 shortly. Cheers!
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, if we were going by word count, you’d have me well beat!

Kitty, I think that I might get there this time next year.

Danial, that is nice of you to say, darling. ;)

Blackie, luckily Jen’s body seemed pretty much ready for the behemoth that is Henry!

USelaine, not a machine, for if I am cut I shall bleed. I compare myself to a snowball rolling down the mountain.

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