I hope you’ve enjoyed our little interlude. This is the point I’d got to when whatever juice I was running on ran out. I think I drew one more page, but that was several pages ahead, and anyway I can’t find it. But I do still have the script! So, at some point, hopefully not too distant, You & No-One Else will return. I’ll have to go back and fit a wee navigation bar to the pages like I have on The Ulster Cycle.

Which, now that I come to mention it, will resume shortly, possibly even tomorrow (but don’t hold me to that). In the meantime, I’ve now got two strips on hiatus.

Here’s the latest page. On the negative side, Northern Ireland have just lost 2-1 to Iceland after a last minute own goal by Keith Gillespie. I don’t have Sky and it wasn’t on the radio, so I tried to follow it on Soccernet’s gamecast. Not exactly the most satisfying way to experience a game of football. But I still went “oh f*ck” loudly when I saw the score change. Looks like our chances of qualifying are now pretty slim. Cue a revival of the “next week we’re playing Tescos” jokes.

Edited to add: but Scotland are a goal up against France! My great grandfather William Brown was born in Glasgow, and I’ve traced his ancestors all the way back to the late 1600s in Glenbervie, between Aberdeen and Montrose on the east coast. I’m at least an eighth Scottish, so if Norn Iron don’t get through, maybe I’ll have a country to cheer for after all.

It’s maybe worth pointing out that, though this story is set in Swansea, I have no clue what Swansea actually looks like. I’ve never been there, and 1995 was before the days of Google image search, so all the locations are done entirely from my head. Probably no big deal on this page – one bus station looks much like any other – but subsequent pages may, for all I know, look completely wrong, so if you’re from Swansea, apologies. Anyway, page 3.

Here’s page 2. A slightly different style to what I’ve been doing recently, but you can still tell it’s me from the scribbly background characters.