The easy-going lifestyle of Little Acton up the Junction is in danger! Arch-villain The Big Boss and his army of soulless Taylorites have come to town with bills and clipboards, hell-bent on wringing the last dram of productivity from the luckless Little Actonians. Shall all joy, good-fellowship, and leisure depart from the ancient County of Middlesex forever?
Mild-mannered clerk Darren Doolittle says, "Blow that for a game of soldiers!" But saying "Blow that for a game of soldiers!" is just the easy part!!! In order to banish The Big Boss and eff off his ineffable efficiency experts, Dazzer Boy will have to cast an idle glance in the general direction of the hero inside himself, and get his well-padded posterior into the lycra leotards of the immovable
Captain Argon! Captain Argon!
Captain Argon! Half the comic's past!
Plot has not got started! He cannot be arsed!
Captain A, whatever...
Find a copy lying around within easy reach of you, later!!!!