October 8th, 2018
by Alex Hallatt
Much of my writing is informed by what is happening in the news regarding the environment, but sometimes my own life seeps into the comic. This is clearly what happened with this strip, as we are SURROUNDED BY CONES. Over seven years after the big earthquake in Christchurch, there are a lot of works and an unhealthy obsession with health and safety.
Cones are everywhere – by the Lyttelton road tunnel that leads to Christchurch:
On the port road:
And in the bushes. Why is it that some people, when they see a cone, have to hurl it into the bushes? Or on top of the Lyttelton tunnel? Or anywhere other than where they are supposed to be? Why is that?