The crow road
Murder most tasty
We made the headlines?
Cold comfort
More things to buy with nice money
Yes, inevitably, we have slipped in to the greetings card market, as we begin to merchandise our asses off. It was only a matter of time, and surely the Berger & Wyse illuminated rotating cartoon pan stand can only be months away. But the cards are lovely and are being sold at Shepherds Falkiners bookbinders and fine paper suppliers, Southampton Row, London (a place well worth visiting even if you studiously avoid our tat). For now there are five designs for sale, from the food cartoon back-catalogue. PW
Throw up the pasta
Raisin d'etre
Dear dairy
Pretzel logic
Thanks to everyone who came to the private view in Bristol last week – it was a treat to see so many people down there, and even more gratifying that some of them even laughed before they got drunk. The exhibition, which is at Harvey Nicks, Cabot Circus, runs for another three weeks. PW
Bathroom plumming
This was partly triggered by one of the definitions in Douglas Adams's Meaning of Liff. It read something like "Dewlish: prune-like appearance after over-long, hot bath." He's called Dave because that's obviously his name. PW
PS don't forget our exhibition in Harvey Nicks, Cabot Circus, Bristol. It runs for a month, and there's a private view with fizzy stuff tonight (Tuesday 7 September, 6-7pm). Drop us an email if you want to come along.
We are toast
'I guess it's about time for our William Tell routine'
With apologies to William Burroughs … PW
Colin the egg
Berger & Wyse: the musical
Alright then not actually a musical, but an exhibition of selected food cartoons from the past three years, with limited edition prints for sale. If you're in the Bristol area during September, then why not pop along to Harvey Nichols? Because you've already seen them all on the website? Smarty Artie. JB
I can't believe it's not more clever than this
Some flattering folk have read an extensive backstory in to this week's, suggesting that the smaller cat has been forced – perhaps by an overbearing parent cat – to hunt for its own mice. Maybe's it's a prequel to Tom and Jerry; the formation of Tom's sadistic cartoon nature in those early, troubled years. However, as usual, the main qualification for inclusion was that it was "quite silly", and, I think, started out as "I can't believe it's not caviar" before the pet food angle arrived. If anyone in Hollywood is watching, though, I'm sure we could punch this up to three acts PW
Assaulted peanut
Race relations, in a nutshell PW
Gastration
It's ages since we have visited the gastropub, where you can snort chopped parsley off the toilet seat and buy lamb-and-mint flavoured condoms. PW
In a world before sofas
The normally silent editorial bods at the Guardian sprang in to action when this arrived, with a query along the lines of not getting it at all and could we explain where they might find the gag, which seemed to have gone astray somewhere in transit. This was such a panic-inducing event for Berger and Wyse that we began to wonder whether there ever was a joke in there in the first place. I still can't believe that the food ed at the paper hasn't heard the expression "Shall we sit soft?" – and if he hasn't, he's clearly going to the right kind of dinner parties. PW