Here's another CCGB Entry

This time, it's a captionless one on the theme of the Wild West. But you'd already spotted that, hadn't you?

Dear Agony Auntie,

Well I was talking to this really hot bird I met when I was on my holidays but my house caught fire and I had to hang up really suddenly because the flames were lapping around near the turn-ups of my trousers and the phone melted and then I ran out of the house and accidentally dropped my mobile phone into a cesspit and I'd lost the piece of paper she'd written her phone number down on and I couldn't phone her because I'd stored the number in the other phones (now melted and drowned in cess) and eventually I decided to drive to a local library to look up her phone number on the internet. Her name is Renate Codswallop and she lives in a small village called Frogsbourne, in Derbyshire, and I thought this wouldn't be too difficult to find. It wasn't.

However, dear Auntie, my problems are now threefold:

- I haven't got any phones left
- Who's going to believe that story?
- My wife didn't believe it either.

What shall I do?

Yours,

Declan Bonklecroncher, FRSA
xxx

My plaster still hasn't dried out ...

which means I haven't been able to paint the bedroom walls and most of the stuff is disseminated throughout the house. It's chaos. I can't get to my desk or scanner, and I'm still sleeping (after a fashion) on that effin uncomfortable futon downstairs. So here's another strip from the archive: