And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.

And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.

Liberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he's a professional whiner in the newspaper. If you'll read the subtext for many of those old strips, you'll find the heart of an old-fashioned Libertarian. And I'd be a Libertarian, if they weren't all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.

I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child - which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.

If nothing is serious anymore, then there's nothing to satirize.