Anybody here ?

Well, what can I say ? I left this blog unattended for some time now, I mean three little months.
I must say that I don't have any excuse as I had plenty of time to update it.
Don't know what happened.
Maybe I was just too lazy.
Yes, that's probably that, absolute laziness.

Early Art

Early Art

Example of a paleolithic painting found in the Lascaux caves. For some reasons, these paintings were never shown to the public.

An undocumented rule of cricket: the run over

Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is cricket. There are rules.

Casse-toi pauv' con !

La pitié, en direct 

Poursuivant sa tournée internationale, Marcel a récemment fait escale à l'Élysée.
En sonnant, un petit teigneux dégoulinant de hargne a entrouvert la porte et lui a lancé ces paroles: "Kess' tu veux toi ?"
Interloqué, stupéfait, mais pas pour autant désarçonné, notre ami Marcel a répondu courtoisement qu'il était venu voir sa triste majesté afin de lui présenter un cahier de doléances chargé.
Lui coupant aussitôt la parole, le petit teigneux s'est emporté et lui a vomi un graveleux "Casse-toi pauv' con !".
Marcel l'a regardé un instant d'un air confondu et un sentiment de pitié l'a envahi peu à peu. Il a alors rebroussé chemin et s'est ensuite installé à une terrasse pour lire son petit journal et boire son café crème.

Trio of Agents Ex, Why and Zed

In this confidential and undated photo: agents Ex, Why and also Zed

Here are agents Ex, Why and also Zed, from the Underground Intelligence Agency.
You'll ask me: "What's that Underground Intelligence Agency business ? I'll give a answer : I do not know.

Not much is known about the Agency. What are its activities ? Who is the Agency working for ? Does the Agency know you ? Do the agents themselves know who they are working for ? Do they know themselves ? All these are questions which will probably remain forever unanswered.
Of course such a thick veil of secrecy will likely tickle people's imagination and lead to a considerable amount of grotesque speculation. It is said for instance that the mere fact of mentioning the Agency agents' names in a public space, whatever the medium used (eg: a blog) directly attracts the Agency's wrath and that the offender is never seen again in his or her original form.
Of course all this is pure fantasy and ... oh wait, someone is knocking at the

Marcel meets Barak Obama

In this undated photo, Marcel meets Obama at the White House in the oval office

(AFP/Reuter) During a recent international tour, Marcel paid a visit to Barak Obama, the president of some state vaguely situated to the south of Canada.
Not much transpired from the meeting except that some mysterious paperwork took place. Marcel was in a hurry as he had to catch a flight. He didn't have time to stay for lunch despite Obama telling him that he had prepared some pasta, which is Marcel's ultimate favorite. He promised to stay longer the next time, provided of course that the pasta is cooked al dente.
End of report.

Objectif Nuls: ou comment sortir la Belgique de l'impasse institutionelle

Sur ce cliché non daté, Marcel expose une de ces 'Bon sang mais c'est bien sûr !' de solution

Après être allé manger une frite avec Albert pour lui remonter le moral, Marcel lui expose son plan ingénieux pour sortir la Belgique de l'impasse institutionnelle dans laquelle elle se trouve: envoyer tous les politiciens sur la Lune.
Embarqués à bord d'une fusée 100% belge équipée d'une friteuse, fournie en cageots de bière et bien achalandée en politiciens de toutes confessions sur lequels ils pourront se défouler, ils n'en faudra pas plus pour occuper ces tristes élus et enfin avoir la paix.
Bon sang mais c'est bien sûr ! c'est la Pax Luna !

Marcel et le Roy des Belges

Ce cliché non daté montre Marcel en prise avec le désespoir royal

Albert semble bien déprimé après tous ces mois passés à recevoir ces formateurs, informateurs, réformateurs, saboteurs, discutailleurs, tergiversateurs et autres incapables. Heureusement que Marcel est là pour lui remonter le moral. Il n'y a rien de mieux qu'une bonne frite pour se remettre de ses émotions institutionnelles.
Sauce andalouse ? Non peut-être ? Avec une pintje bien entendu !

Technology Aided Bowling (TAB)

Undocumented Law28.2#1 from the Laws of Cricket

So yesterday was the grand finale of the cricket World Cup and India won ! Bravo India !
People celebrated with an explosion of joy and of course firecrackers. Although I'm not interested in cricket, I'm happy for India and all my friends here. Bravo !

Motorcycle pooling

Two wheeler pooling

The next time you see a group of rats on a motorcycle, don't simply dismiss this as a hallucination. It's simply a bunch of environmentally conscious rats who resort to motorcycle pooling to reduce their carbon footprint.

On fera pas de vieux os

On fera pas de vieux os

Damn Rats !

Rats have been around longer than homo sapiens sapiens. Of course we don't remember it and act as if we were alone on earth. Don't worry, at the rate at which we destroy the planet we'll indeed be all alone and there won't be anymore of these damn rats !
Here's some info about these nice little creatures

Be generous with the artists

Street artists

Don't forget to give something to the artist !

Awe inspiring exhibitions

Have you ever been to one of these art exhibitions were some people contemplate in awe the amazing masterpieces while other look profoundly bored ?

La Bande des Trois

La Bande des Trois

La Bande des Trois en route

Au café, la bande des Trois regarde le temps passer

Valentine's Scary Day !

Valentine's Day

Pramod Muthalik, the sad chief of the Sri Ram Sene (in Karnataka, India) , an extremist organisation with a pro-hindutva agenda, threatened youths against Celebrating Valentine's Day citing this custom as against Indian culture.
His organisation came under the spotlight when women where beaten in a Mangalore pub, citing indecent behaviour (for Muthalik, women should wear saris, stay at home and learn how to make chapattis - isn't that a wise programme for half of the Humanity ?). An original response to this moral policing came in the form of the pink chaddi campaign where pink underwear were sent to Pramod for Valentine's Day.
Did I mention that Muthalik is a fan of Nathuram Godse, Gandhi's assassin ? bah

Squeak is dining out

Our cat, whose name is Squeak, is a great hunter, I mean, a dangerous serial killer. Her murder instincts developed at the tender age of less than one year. One day, as I was watching the news (although this doesn't have any direct implications for the rest of the story), I saw an orange furry object trying to get through the terrace window. It was her first big catch: a stuffed furry animal that she had snatched from I don't know where. This was probably for training purposes. After that she went for real preys.

I haven't kept any statistics but she must have slaughtered hundreds of ex-living creatures. Her palmarès includes everything that is alive and smaller than her. Here's a non-exhaustive list:

• mice


• rats


• geckos


• cockroaches


• various unidentified insects


• squirrels


• birds


• bats


• rabbits

Regarding rabbits, she brought five of them. They were coming from our neighbours who were raising them. We told them to keep the rabbits in cage at night. Now there are no more rabbits and the neighbours are raising pigeons instead.

Les rats quittent le navire

Les rats prennent leurs babages lorsqu'ils quittent le navire

Les enfants trouvent les adultes chiants

C'est bien vrai.

About Imprimatür

"Imprimatur" ("Let it be printed") is the formal authorization given by the censor of the Roman Catholic Church to print or publish a book. I don't have any connections with this institution or any company, but I hereby authorise myself to publish my cartoons.
Also, there is normally no "ü" in Imprimatur, but again, I don't mind authorizing myself to use this frequently ostracised letter.
So I solemnly declare: Imprimatür !

Censorship in action