Sunday Comics keep on churning on a single page, week by week. The earth spins on its axis, one man struggles while another relaxes…

“A theatre, a literature, an artistic expression that does not speak for its own time has no relevance.” – Dario Fo, 1926 – 2016

This week in Sunday Comics, the punchline in Shoe does not revolve around a pun for the first time in a decade.

I wanna bathe in milk, eat grapes, read Sunday Comics until it’s late. I can’t read for thinking, send my head reeling. Take me to the moon.

This week in Sunday Comics, Andy Capp buys his wife a new rolling pin, for reasons best left unexplored.

In this week’s Sunday Comics, Cathy checks into Alcoholics Anonymous.

This week in Sunday Comics, something egregiously anachronistic visits the crew at B.C.

He wore a hat, and he had a job, and he brought home the Sunday Comics, so that no one knew.

Just when you thought it was safe to go into Sundays…