Expect the Unexpected

It’s an unusual phrase and very apt today. someone keeps throwing their toys out of the pram and it’s embarrassing for those who are ‘related’ in some way. People have different opinions on how to deal with the naughty child, after all he’s always done this sort of thing. Most keep their own children away from him, especially their daughters. Others think it might be best to give him what he wants, but others counsel caution saying he’ll only do it again, and will grow up to be a sulky troublesome teenager, and then end up either in prison or … Continue reading Expect the Unexpected

Splishy, splashy…

Getting into painting, one of a series of paintings I’m working on. All landscapes. I have a way to go yet. A journey of discovery and a pleasant one too. After years of drawing and not a lot of colour, it’s now a lot of colour and not quite so much drawing. I’m attempting abstract landscapes with mixed results, but mixing those colours is remarkably relaxing. It’s all a matter of knowing when to stop. Continue reading Splishy, splashy…

We’re expecting your parcel

Too much information. What happens next when you order online. They send you loads of emails about your parcel that might in years to come descend into gossip. “We’re expecting your parcel, what have you been buying this time? Our driver Brian can’t wait to see you.If you want to see where Brian is right now, just waste some valuable minutes of your life tapping in this 16 digit number when you go onto our website” “ Your parcel is with Brian now… Along with hundreds of others he’s supposed to deliver in one day, he has to drive so … Continue reading We’re expecting your parcel

Batting at Number 3: The Dalai Lama

Not quite but nearly. This is what remains of a cricket scoring shed on the edge of the Cotswolds. I’d popped out there today to see a friend and take in a bit of Winter Sunshine. The village cricket field and pitch are now in a sorry state, but was at one time very well maintained and busy. It’s a tenuous claim to fame that one home side there, possibly the village cricket team, played host to a visiting side of Buddhist monks. They were staying in the area and managed to muster a team. At the same time, the … Continue reading Batting at Number 3: The Dalai Lama

Mince Pie Review, and buttercups.

Tell anyone outside the UK that a mince pie has no minced meat in it and they give you the same quizzical look that is forthcoming when you refer to the town of Cholmonderley as Chumly. Chumly is also the word for one of those moments of crumbly silence when you and a friend have first bitten into a mince pie, and it is of the finest quality. There was a review of Industrial Mince Pies ( those baked in a factory rather than the home-made Farmer’s Market types ) in the Guardian before Christmas. It’s a job I aspire … Continue reading Mince Pie Review, and buttercups.

Rockwell

This design, a collaboration with my good friend Alan Blethyn, who has a way with type. Our intention at the time was to make our fortune from making t-shirts with simple font designs. Looking back over some old files, I came across this, and it reminded me of why I would be optimistic. Lots of projects in hand for the coming year. All the best to everyone out there who bothers. Continue reading Rockwell