A Time Had by All

What a time there was here at Riddled for the festive season. The Staff Christmas party was the usual laughter filled bout of drunken bitterness and queries over expense accounts. Here you can see the problems that arose from putting Little Tim in charge of the pizza oven. see how the roof has gone a bit runny? Note the staff cowering in the bower as the creaks and groans from the oven get more and more alarming. Still, eh, the Avacado, Anchovies and Artichoke pizzas have never been ...cooked, quite so much.

Then the bleedin' "Repository" people wrote to us about " patterns of such new articles  as you put out" and asking where were they and would we like a visit from Messrs Smudger and Chalky, their financial supervisors. Hurriedly we repaired to the time machine to work for the previous week on the project and sent it off tomorrow. Of course there was some time leakage and there is a head on the desk in the oval below the McNasty tartan. Hopefully no one will notice.

Still the serious work of the Riddled institute continues and earlier and earlier examples of speech bubbles in comics turn up. Here we have the classic "you say medieval agrarian land reform, I say
murder and mayhem" joke with the mistress of the manor watching her husband barter for the lives of the family while the process is subverted by "Drunkyn Lout wythe knyfe"
And what of the Christmas Ale? I hear you ask?
Well, it made the universe go a bit funny but luckily the safety word came through