As for the mechanics of the strip, Andrew and I have employed KwikFit fitters ever since we started. (This was when people looked up at birds in the sky and shouted "Who just dumped on my trilby!") I come up with the excuses to the bosses then we both sorted them out roughly, complete with "Take that, you blighters!", etc. I coloured-in, then passed the sketches to Andrew who then defaced them properly, in his own destructive way. And that's it.
A question I'm often asked is "Where do you get your gerbils from?" and the answer is Dundee Pet Shop. I simply sit down and squash them. Because I've lived with the threat of RSPCA action so long, it's more a case of thinking up a series of implausible excuses and letting them pull their hair out. This is starting to sound like complete and utter rubbish. Oops . . . there's the doorbell and some men in white coats".