And he never loses sight of the planetary extent of the nightmare. His massively solid, skilled and inventive drawings make us laugh but frighten us as well. Look at page 63 . There's a global policy for you. It's the same today, almost thirty years later, as I sit writing this guff.
Nothing ever changes in Ireland.
The streets reminded me of the seedier parts of northern England -Bradford or Leeds or Sheffield. Small houses, ramshackle shops and a general air of economic misery, with a bit of social deprivation thrown in for good measure. Just the sort of place in London from which I was trying to escape, courtesy of the 1944 Education Act. Well, maybe not. I knew nothing about Northern Ireland.