Is this the only comic that can be made about the Taliban without me getting my head cut off? Maybe, only time will tell, and I’ve heard time is being coy these days about telling us anything.

So yes! I am totally a dad now! Little Man is coming up to his third week of life, and his geopolitical opinions are a little rough around the edges. It’s ok, we have time to iron them out I’m sure. I had a whole lot of great gags written here but WordPress deleted it all. So this post is going to be much more brief.

Auckland just got it’s first lockdown in about a year due to someone walking in some Delta variant from Australia. Nice one guys I hope it was worth it. Although in all honesty I haven’t noticed any difference. I’ve been on paternity leave lockdown since Little Man was born. So my life has not been impacted at all.

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A roaring campfire at night. A few silhouettes sit around it.
Textbox: All my life I’ve longed for Valhalla.

Grizzled Viking veterans sit by the fire preparing for the next day - cleaning swords, mending wounds or just gazing into the flame. Most of them are in pretty bad shape, with a variety of wounds from a previous engagement.
Textbox: At dawn I’ll pass the gates, blood fresh on my axe.

A young boy sits among the seasoned warriors. He is lonely and scared, and stares straight into the flames, grasping his axe tightly in both hands.
Textbox:
So why do I wish
I could live to see 15 summers?