And here is half a cock afterwards:
I feel I need to state that half a cock ASKS the fox to go up there. It's consensual, if you will.
Next, the wolf. If anything I find this even more sinister.
And here, finally, half a cock with everyone up his arse.
French and Belgian children's books are often rather fantastic. My previous favourite was "Monstres Chéris", a sort of monster family album. The father is called Papadamour, which totally makes him sounds like a Haitian dictator, and terrorises the family with an axe. Then there is Tante Andrée la Fumée who is just a curling ball of smoke. She gets dismembered too. Shall we have a couple of pictures of that? Oh, go on then. But I found a packet of triops food in the book and it gave me triops flashbacks, so you owe me.
Papadamour eating his yoghurt with an axe:
And cutting the mother monster's toe off when they first meet:
And Tante Andrée la Fumée (the book came with stickers, so the eyes, mouth and nose are additions. She was just a ball of smoke, which I sort of preferred, but apparently it's bad form to not allow your children to play with their sticker books, which I think is a CRYING SHAME):
Then this is just a bonus picture that really belonged on yesterday's post, but I was far too busy trying to decide whether I still had a crush on Sinclair, even now his hair is slightly longer and he is a bit more gaunt.
[I do. He still has eyes like the snake in the Jungle Book and is so outrageously, erotically, rude. I would have a hard time choosing between him and André Manoukian who is still as magnificently demented. ]
Here I am, trying to explain to Oscar why he is so STUPID. You can see he is trying hard to concentrate on the neuroscience but he still looks like Charlie from Casualty trying to emote about a sad sad death, probably of someone who only came in with a sprained finger.
I might be back later, or I might not. I'm unpredictable like that.