Louder and funnier

louder and funnier

I’d love to know the occasion behind this one.  It looks like Ab was presenting some kind of a talk, not something I think he did very often.  The paper in his hand suggest he’s got a script.  Although the people at this gathering are depicted impressionistically, you can somehow tell that there are various ladies-of-a-certain-age turning round in their chairs to eyeball the heckler.

And of course this is the kind of note that my director, Mr Nicholas Philippou, never gives me!


A balcony scene

Oh Abbo Abbo

This cartoon seemed appropriate to me today as I’ve been preparing to run a week-long Summer School based on Romeo & Juliet.  One of the things that I love about Ab’s cartoons is that he sometimes characterises the two of them as coming from two different worlds – when in fact their backgrounds were very similar: Ashkenazy Jews, first generation born in London, aspiring and making their way (painfully) up the social ladder.

TGI Shobbas

Shlap on shobbos

So, as it’s Friday, here’s an Ab cartoon for anyone hoping for a day of rest sometime soon.  Perhaps the phrase “You want that I should schlap on shobbas” requires some unpicking?  A”schlap” is a shlep, in my view particularly associated with carrying a burden.  “Shobbas” is Shabbat  – that is the sabbath.  So Ab is saying:  “Are you asking me to carry a burden during the day of rest when it is religiously forbidden to do so?”  Only, of course, he says it in the poetry of Yinglish, with all the layers of irony and self-deprecation one would hope for.

Battle of the blanket

It's the way you make the bed

This is something, in my humble opinion, that has got better since this cartoon was drawn – probably in the 1940s.  The duvet, or “continental quilt” as it used to be called by early adopters in the 1970s, reduces the incidence and impact of wayward bed-clothing.  I hasten to add the phenomenon hasn’t been totally eradicated, but here you can see that these two blankets are conspiring to separate, duvet’s don’t do that.  They are also annoyingly covering some bits, leaving extremities to suffer chill.  The bit of blanket around Ab’s head is an additional annoyance.  I imagine it’s a bit itchy.  Any attempt to rectify only exacerbates.   Times were tough.

A battery of tests


With the NHS much in the news today, I thought this cartoon would ring some bells.  Dated June 1978, almost exactly 35 years ago.  For those of us who are regular hospital

users this is familiar territory; the battery of tests.  For me, Ab gets a remarkable sense of subtext in this picture.  Although the doctor is blathering on, the tests for him an every day procedure,we focus on Celie and Ab.  They’re clearly anxious.  “So many tests”, I think they’re thinking, “they’re bound to uncover something …”

Our Edinburgh promo

Not a cartoon on this Sunday.  But a slightly tweaked promo for the show in Edinburgh.

Wot? No Fish!! goes to Edfest 2013.

We’re beyond excited about being at Summerhall and the opportunity to share the story more widely.  Lovely venue with other friends performing there.

Other interesting shows by friends and associates at Summerhall (I suggest people make a day of it in our venue):

The Tin Ring by Human Remain, directed by our friend Mike Alfreds who gave much encouragement to Wot? No Fish!! at our dress rehearsal at Theatre Royal Stratford East.

The Way You Tell Them, our friend Rachel Mars’ solo show.  Rachel helped produce the show during its RnD phase, through her work with the Jewish Community Centre for London.

Song Noir from the band Pumajaw, featuring the stunning vocals of our friend Pinkie MacClure.  Danny directed Pinkie in an Edinburgh review in, gulp, 1982.