Tales From The Town #218: More Facts About Conkers

Game

“So have you kids ever played conkers before?” Antoine asked, opening a creaky old drawer in the most obscure corner of the kitchen.

“Conkers,” said Claire. “Is the worst game ever.”

She didn’t even emphasise any particular word in that sentence, which showed just how strongly she felt on the subject.

“Yeah,” said Ethel next to her, agreeing somewhat suspiciously with her sister for the very first time ever. “It really is.”

“Oh,” said Antoine, looking down into the drawer he’d just opened. “I thought you might like it now you’re a bit older.”

“Well we don’t,” said Claire.

“At all,” said Ethel.

“In fact, we probably hate it now more than ever.”

“Yeah!”

“If anyone ever asked us to play conkers again we’d never speak to them.”

“Ever again.”

“Not ever.”

“At all.”

“No matter what!”

“Well okay then,” Antoine said, slowly closing the drawer he’d just opened without ever actually removing anything from the drawer at all. Almost like he’d changed his mind about something. “So, er, what do you want to do this afternoon then?”

“We could get chips?” Claire suggested, slyly.

“Yeah, we haven’t had chips in ages…” Ethel said, looking somewhat wistful.

Set

“Phew, that was close,” said Claire.

“Too close,” said Ethel.

“What was close?” said Daniel, peering out from his den beneath the kitchen table, headphones round his neck. “Where’s Dad?”

“Dad’s gone to the chip shop,” said Ethel.

“He nearly made us play stupid conkers again,” said Claire.

“With what?” Daniel asked, looking around the clearly conkerless kitchen. “You can’t play conkers without conkers! And I don’t see any conkers!”

“With that horrible shrivelled up old conker he keeps in that creepy drawer over there,” said Claire.

“What creepy drawer?”

“His creepy conker drawer over there,” said Claire, pointing vaguely in the direction of the strangely eerie corner of the kitchen no one ever used or stood in or even tried hiding in if they were bored enough to play hide and seek.

“I didn’t even know he had a conker drawer.”

“Where else would he keep his stupid unbeatable conker?” Claire said.

Daniel shrugged.

“This one, Daniel,” said Ethel, giving the drawer a heavy push just to make sure it was definitely 100% fully closed. “The one where he keeps all his old shoelaces.”

“Which he only keeps for conkers!” said Daniel, nodding his head. “That makes so much sense. So where is Dad anyway?”

“He’s gone downstairs to get some chips,” said Ethel.

I tricked him into it,” said Claire proudly.

“We both tricked him into it,” Ethel said.

“But mostly I tricked him into it,”” said Claire. “Ethel was totally unnecessary for the plan.”

“I was not!”

“You were!” Claire said. “And anyway, I formulated the plan.”

“Ohh, you formulated the plan!” Ethel said, already starting to regret teaming up with Claire. “You are such an idiot, Claire!”

I am not!”

“And stop saying I like that! It’s so annoying!”

“No,” said Claire. “And anyway, we don’t have to play conkers now. So stop complaining.”

“Awww,” said Daniel. “I like conkers.”

“Yeah, I like conkers too,” Ethel said.

“Because conkers is BONKERS!”

“But it was either conkers or chips,” said Claire. “And I know which one I prefer.”

Urgh!” said Ethel, already fully regretting teaming up with Claire.

“And chips are BLIPS!”

“Shut up Daniel!”

Match

“How did conkers go?” Tina asked, as she emerged from the shadows in the hall and joined her dad on the very short trip downstairs to the chip shop.

“I’m, er, still undefeated,” Antoine said. “Five years in a row now, I think.”

“Did Claire trick you into buying her chips again?”

“I wouldn’t say tricked…”

“But Mum said we weren’t allowed chips today, Dad.”

“I know, I know,” Antoine said. “But Claire even had Ethel on her side this time. Which was slightly disconcerting.”

“Poor Dad,” said Tina. “But Mum still won’t be happy with you if she finds out…” Then she looked up at him, her face a picture of absolutely astonishing innocence. “So, anyway, you know the bookshop next to the chip shop? There’s this book in there I’ve wanted for ages…””

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Notes:

1. Written on Saturday 11th and Sunday 12th of October, 2025
2. A sort of semi sequel to last years Facts About Conkers episode
3. And a bit of a pointless ramble too.
4. But I quite like pointless rambles.
5. They feel strangely autumnal.

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Tales From The Town #195: “Facts About….” WITH DANIEL!!!! (A Halloween Special)

Panel 1: Facts About… Conkers!!!!! (the words “with Daniel” are written below in all caps, while the “o” in conkers has been made to look like a conker. Below all that there’s a full portrait picture of Daniel swirling his long hair that is like a viking’s hair around)
Panel 2: Daniel is now also swirling a conker around on a piece of string – “Conkers?”
Panel 3: Daniel is now upside down and also in the middle of what looks like an explosion. Who knows where the conker has gone – “BONKERS!!!”

Please Note: The “Facts About” format is owned by Claire and if you would like to publish your own verified facts in comic strip form please send £1 in licensing fees to Claire at claire@claire.claire

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“What the hell is this, Daniel?” Claire shouted, holding Daniel’s comic strip in one hand and then furiously jabbing at it with the other.

“It’s… BONKERS!!!” said Daniel.

“Yeah, well, maybe, but it’s not about Halloween at all,” Claire said.

“I know,” said Daniel. “It’s about conkers.”

“You were supposed to be writing about Halloween, Daniel!” Claire said. “I told you to write about Halloween!”

“But I love conkers,” Daniel said. “Because they’re BONKERS!”

“Maybe they are,” Claire said. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re upside down in that last panel. And in the middle of an explosion.”

“An explosion,” said Daniel, leaning over to point at his drawing to explain its intricacies. “And an implosion. The outer one is the explosion and the inner one is the implosion.”

“I see,” Claire said. “Well, whatever, Daniel, it’s your pound. Now pay up.”

She held out her hand to accept her licensing fee from Daniel, who reached into his pocket, withdrew a nice shining £1 coin that he’d spent all morning shining up just for this occasion, and then flicked it up into the air for her to catch, although Claire didn’t catch it, but dropped it, ineptly, and then they both watched as it hit the floor and rolled all the way between both of their legs, past the cat, and then into a cobweb in the corner at the back under the desk that had been there for as long as they could remember, even though none of them had ever seen a spider in their room, not ever.

“Why are you paying Claire, Daniel?” Tina asked, as she rolled her chair back so that Claire could reach into the cobweb to retrieve her payment.”Shouldn’t she be paying you?”

“Yeah, Claire didn’t do anything except complain,” Ethel said. She was sitting on the window ledge for some reason. “Why’s she the one getting paid?”

“Because I’m the editor,” said Claire, emerging from beneath the desk with some cobwebs in her hair and a pound coin in her hand and a spider crawling all over her jumper. “That’s the most important job of all.”

“And I’m an author now!” Daniel said excitedly, doing a backflip onto his bed to prove it. “I’m going to be so rich!”

PS: After this story finished everyone was killed by the spider because it was Halloween. THE END
PPS: Then the cat ate the spider.
PPPS: Also Ethel was a vampire in this story.
PPPPS: That’s why she was sitting on the windowledge.
PPPPPS: Daniel! Stop adding things to the end of this story! It’s confusing!
PPPPPPS: No it’s not. It’s unconfusing! Now everyone knows what happens after the story ended.
PPPPPPPS: But no one cares what happens after the story ended. I got my money, and that’s the entire point of the story!
PPPPPPPPS: Did you know, that that pound coin was haunted?!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPS: Stop ruining everything, Daniel. There’s no such thing as a haunted pound coin!
PPPPPPPPPPS: Also Tina is a werewolf!
PPPPPPPPPPPS: Daniel, I’m warning you, if you don’t shut up right now I’m never letting you write another comic strip ever again!
PPPPPPPPPPPPS: Mum is also a werewolf. From space!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPS: (The comic strip has now been thrown in the bin)
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPS (Doors have been slammed)
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPS: (Daniel’s pound has not been returned)

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Notes:

1. Written on October 25th, 2024

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