The result of watching rather a lot of Canada’s Next Top Model. I continue to enjoy putting my head on other people’s bodies – it’s the ultimate for of collage, when you get down to it.

I found myself pausing at the door to a men/women/disabled toilet in a Bridgehead on Bank and Albert in Ottawa. Bravely, I forged ahead.

This one came from observing an older couple shuffling along through the Rideau Centre mall in Ottawa. I took a bunch of source photos and then came up with the kind of conversation they might be having.

From source photos of the back of a guy’s head at a graduation ceremony in Wellington. Gordon Calleja wrote the script in Maltese after the fact.

Rilla and I both documented how we were feeling after the epic flights taking us from Wellington through Vancouver and over to London. We weren’t feeling especially great. This is a comic version of me.

From source photos of Ealing Hospital in London. I wrote the words to go with them straight onto the comic and then instantly regretted it. I’ve thought about just censoring the whole thing, but have resisted that, too.

A real-life experience of watching a pot of quinoa boiling on the stove-top. Or… did it? It’s very much the same kind of thing as that cat in a box, probably.