Andy Capp by Reg Smythe for November 15, 2023

Wasn’t quite what it was quacked up to be…

The word “peace” doesn’t exist in your dictionary, Andy. It was replaced with “nap” instead.

Serves him right.

This one quacks me up!

“Hey! Where’s the bread???”

He didn’t come to you for sympathy, Flo. But you did come to him to nag him.

He always does that. Why are you mad?

Well, this is your fault Andy, so you deserve it.

Sounds all the same to hangover.

Andy often gets drunk but he rarely shows regrets. They’re short lived, however.

Interesting bit of trivia: in the movie classic A DAY AT THE RACES, Groucho’s character’s name was originally “Dr. Quackenbush”, figuring that any real person with that name would be too ashamed to admit it.

Well, MGM was flooded with mail, not only from people named “Quackenbush”, but even from some "DOCTOR Quackenbushs’ "! So, Groucho’s character became “Dr. Hackenbush”.

You should just go someplace to see about a a Hairy Dog to cure you

Perhaps you’re hallucinating ducks. Go have another drink.

That is worse than the wife’s clacking……..

My older brother told me that all hangovers go away by 4:00pm…

The ducks must be used to the routine.

Just read egray’s affie post yesterday…

~ It’s like affie had kept his online association here a secret. Some time ago I had facebook messaged his boys (thanks for the links, Three.) but never got any shrift, much less a short one. In contrast, Vista Bill’s daughter, Gayle, had signed up so she could go to Dick Tracy to inform us of his passing and was grateful for the community we provided for his then 83 year old shut in self. Granny Dean’s friend, Ruth, also came on to tell us of her passing.

No more will we know of the green grocer’s rounds through the cobbled streets of the Maltese empire, or of Bella’s (also deceased) comings and goings or of Connie and affie’s drives or the Sunday televised masses. I’m sure she has at least kept the hydration ritual alive. (LOL !)

Even the ducks are giving Andy the third degree. Quack , are you listening Quack Quack?

Where are the pigeons?

My shipmates kept buying me rounds of rum and cokes when I was ashore one night in St. Thomas, V.I. at the Hard Rock Cafe. The next day, I woke up in my “rack” with a splitting headache. I couldn’t find my eyeglasses so I asked people did I come back to the ship wearing them. I couldn’t even remember coming back. I found them later. That’s when I swore off Demon Rum. I think I felt like Andy then.

Do ducks come in yellow? All the ones I’ve seen are white or all fancy feathered.

Maybe I’m not as observant as I should be, but this is the first time I can recall Andy with stubble.

Nope, no sympathy here either.

I used to live in Venice Beach, CA a block from the canals. You really had to like ducks (and tourists) to live there.

He should have gone to his fishing spot. Always nice and quiet there. So long as the Vicar wasn’t out for his stroll…

xxx

From Flo-nag to Duck-nag. BUMMER.

I didn’t know Andy ever sobered up enough to have a hangover.

Now isn’t that just ducky? Could be worse. They could be geese. Geese can be nasty.

The ducks won’t give Andy any peace