As far as I can tell, I now own the only copy of Vol. 3 that wasn't priced for sale to millionaire tripe-humor fanciers/Daily Mirror nostalgists. This 1970s-'80s feature proves that Bill Tidy was easily Al Capp's equal in the creation of bizarrely imaginative comic strips. From storylines almost too convoluted to describe, two stand out -- (1) villain Roger Ditchley's scheme to eliminate the Fosdyke tripe dynasty of Manchester using a hard-as-nails, homicidally violent Salford Smoked Grey butterfly, the insect world's counterpart to "Trainspotting's" Frank Begbie, and (2) a PR stunt, undertaken by young Albert Fosdyke, to place a case of tripe at the South Pole, which unfortunately for him lies directly under the bed of Russian Lil, fearsome owner of the Frozen Leper Saloon, "the meeting place for the scum of the world's polar expeditions." You get the idea. Or possibly not.