I feel I must apologise, dear readers, for my shocking laxity in updating this marvelled and marvelous comic of ours, from which you all derive such great enjoyment.

Although I may pour forth such protestations and heartfelt apologies such as would make the very angels themselves bow their heads and weep divine tears of pity, I know that I can never make up such a dereliction of duty to you, our loyal and ardent fans.

I must, of course, thank my compatriot in this comiking endeavour, Tony, for alerting me to the fact that I had not, through telepathy and astonishing prescience of mind, joined him in taking up once again the helm of this fine bastion of entertainment. A stronger, clever, and indeed better all round, man would no doubt have forseen his sudden move to restart a comic abandoned long over a year ago.

However, I am not a clever, strong or even good man. I am but a flawed, broken shell of a man, and my disgusting inaction when it comes to Tie My Shoe is surely the last foul patch in the sordid quilt of failures that engulfs my life.

So I hope that you can forgive me once again, oh old and faithful friends, as I endeavour to remove this dark blemish from my honour, nay, from my very essence itself! We shall continue on with vigour and inspiration to try, with our lowly doodles, to entertain you. To lift your very souls to such heights of rapture and unfettered delight as would make the stones themselves cry out for joy and the sun itself lose its lustre in throes of tragic pathos.

You know, after I get home, put my feet up and have a cuppa.

Matt