A curious experiment of a personal project. I've begun a cartoon/comic about (almost) unicorns (the 'almost' will become clear in time).

I hope to continue the story by producing a strip every so often until it finds some way of ending. It may turn out to be a very foolish idea indeed. I'm not sure how I'll find the time to do it, so there will in all likelihood be huge gaps between each new instalment.

The title, Unicorns, Almost, is taken from a play about World War II poet Keith Douglas, by the contemporary poet and playwright, Owen Sheers [link] , whom I admire a great deal. His title is clearly metaphorical, and I apologize for appropriating it in so blithe a manner for a very literal use on what may after all be a very silly and sentimental cartoon.

Scanned by a friend from a colour photocopy. The copy has made my sepia washes rather yellow, but there we are.