This new comic (sort of) follows on from The Check-Up. Incidentally, I’d just seen the film Arrival and being slid into the MRI chamber seemed a bit like entering an alien spaceship.
This new comic (sort of) follows on from The Check-Up. Incidentally, I’d just seen the film Arrival and being slid into the MRI chamber seemed a bit like entering an alien spaceship.
Some potent rum and raisin cornflake cakes over the Christmas break, plus the promise of new Trainspotting and Pirate of the Caribbean films in 2017 reminded of a silly thing I once wrote.
“Choose rum. Choose piracy. Choose a sword. Choose a crew. Choose a big, swashbuckling ship, choose a compass, black sails, flags, and cannons. Choose good health, high blood alcohol, and burial at sea. Choose buried treasure. Choose a cabin. Choose your enemies. Choose a bandana and matching beard. Choose battling the East India Company and wondering how they found you on a Sunday morning. Choose standing on that fo’c’s’le watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing dice games, stuffing sea turtles into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last on a desert island, nothing more than an embarrassment to the first mate who mutinied to replace you. Choose your future. Choose piracy.”