Saturday, 6 September 2008
Friday, 5 September 2008
I have had to undergo a period of employment. I can buy things now but my feet are going to crawl up and stab me in the forehead if they don't get some plasters/bandages/a foot spa/decent-fitting shoes soon.
Bonus scribble, because I want to be a rum-swilling pirate:
Proportions/perspectivey bits on the limbs are a bit off, but not bad for half an hour.