A comic about a very naughty unicorn! …I may have a few more of these to publish 😉
We’re in Oslo, Norway for a weekend exploration 🙂 I’d thought of this comic a few days ago but was pushed more to make it when I was at the airport and saw a group of girls in hijabs walking by, laughing and chattering amongst themselves and it just pushed the point to me, I have never in my life felt threated by someone in Islamic dress. But I know what kind of people I have felt threatened by, and frankly, I know how many of them dress, and they’re not wearing hijabs!
I used to love flying. Then, in my last job, I had to fly twice a week to London. It was draining, but if there’s ever a quick way to learn how to cheat at airports, that’s it. You want somewhere for your cabin bag, get in the queue. Also, if your job wants you to fly to London every week, that’s not as adventurous as it sounds, you’ll regret it pretty quick.
Part two of three.
UPDATE: Hi guys, I’ve decided not to finish this comic, so I shall not be creating a part three. This is because of how poorly received this comic has been. After posting it on Reddit, I received a great deal of backlash concerning me over exaggerating the wickedness of Tories as well as complaints of “now you’re just making stuff up.” Along with the usual insults including those that I can’t draw (yeah, I know) and that my handwriting is terrible (again, I know).
To clarify what this comic was supposed to be, it was meant to be a three parter, after seeing yet more people hurting from sanctions, and Tories saying that we should just stop listening to the Scots and kill off the Barnett formula (the same old rhetoric), I wondered what would happen if they just kept on going trampling people until there was no one left to trample. I stress that I do realise this is not something that is going happen, it was an absurdism. Upon having this thought, it then moved on to this scene of May and Johnson looking over the rubble and reminiscing over the good times of trampling people when they still could. The thought made me chuckle, I thought it’d make a funny comic. Apparently, I was wrong.
After this was made apparent to me, I’ve chosen not to bother with the final punch line six panels because, honestly, after so much being told off, I just don’t have the motivation or enthusiasm anymore. Besides, I have a joke in my head involving popcorn and that seems much funnier than what’s going on in Westminster right now.