Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Thursday, 7 August 2008
An oldie, but a goodie.
The post. Not John Hurt.
Oh, alright. Both.
Ashtray voices make me weak at the knees and fuzzy of thought. And what's so wrong with wrinkles anyway? There are very few people where I could see a wriggly, toothy, blood-covered beastthing burst forth from their chest and still get the cosmic horn about them. So thumbs up, John. You're in a very select club there.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Today hasn't exactly been the best day I've ever had. It probably would have been better if I hadn't left the coccoony softness of my duvet. But I did, so here are some pickings from my sketchbook to try and ease the pain.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Because the first week of August wouldn't be complete without a psychotic grinning simian.
Or maybe it would. I don't know about how you like to garnish your lives. Maybe you would prefer a giraffe called Fran, who wears a jaunty hat and smokes Djarum blacks whilst regailing passers-by with witty banter in clean clipped tones. Sadly such a giraffe does not exist. My monkey will have to suffice.