Wow. You go away for two weeks, and you return, sodden, amid a pissing contest with all the kids who were picked last for sports!
Anyway, I’m Nick, the guy who, from the look of my earlier sketches, didn’t bother his arse. I’m not saying all that’s gonna change mind you, but it’s an accurate introduction nevertheless.
So, to cap off this Oirish theme week, I am here to counter PJ’s Banshee with a stock superhero shot of Sean Cassidy’s daughter, Siryn. Or ‘Soirin’, as Chris Claremont probably woulda put it. Why is she screaming? She tried to get into town for the parade and is incandescent with impotent fury over the sea of thirteen-year-olds fornicating, looting and vomiting that lies before her, some tykes doing all three at the same time. Seriously: Come to Dublin on Patrick’s Day and you too will feel the same.
So yeah. Me drawing a non-robotic, non-male. Get yer skates on, Beelzebub…