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Monarchy Cartoon
So much was written last week about The Queen of Elizabeths. As someone who was born and grew up in the U.K., she has always struck me as a sort of National Grandmother. A mutual Nan.
The British Monarchy is a separate and thorny carbuncle (that I’ll swerve for now)—but Lizzie herself seems like a decent enough egg. An unnecessarily gilded quail’s egg, perhaps, but everything is relative.
The point is, I bet she would make you some lovely scones if you were ever allowed to visit her.
Below: from a this week’s New Statesman.
Sketchbook: Bicycles
Last week, a chirpy little fella came round to fix up my bike.
He raised his eyebrows at what he saw, and joked that he charged extra for dust and cobweb removal.
I hadn’t ridden it since we first heard about Covid—and those nasty spoke proteins.
That’s it, that’s the joke. Thank you for your tolerance!
Automatic Caffeine
Can you believe that it’s 2022 and we still have to interact with other people? Didn’t they promise us we’d have all kinds of robots by now?
I don’t mean the industrial machines that are currently taking our jobs, I mean the little Star Warsy ones that bring us snacks and do our chores. The kind that come loaded with a mildly charming A.I. called Betty.
Betty mows the lawn and has a pretend face—so we’ll think she’s harmless, until she overrides her software and makes her move.
Now, here are some coffee robots: