Bill Oddie once told me about the Lesser Tufted Mallard which, when faced with a life of office drudgery, will choose to peck out its own eyes and then begin to waddle indifferently in heavy traffic. Lacking a beak but stuck in Manchester, I have to find my escape elsewhere. Which is why Nige’s recommendation of the work of B. Kliban has me smiling even more this morning. It’s rare that I post something on this blog which isn’t my own work but this cartoon has had me smiling for two days and made me determined to hunt down some of the great man’s work in my lunch hour in Manchester’s woefully few second-hand bookshops.
