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
How did our cartoonist do?
Five stars: I fell on the ground, clutching for breath, it was so funny and pithy. And I wasn’t pithed. To add to the delight, it was beautifully captured in exquisite line work and colour. Four stars: I laughed out loud, great joke, only let down by an average drawing. Three stars: I breathed in as if to laugh, but am convinced this is not the first time I’ve seen or heard this joke. Very average drawing did not help Two stars: Just not very funny. It looks like the drawing took a nanosecond. Very poor. One star: Offensive rather … Continue reading How did our cartoonist do?
The Black Shed of Slad.
From quite some years ago now, I was driving in the little, very bright yellow van ( 100% Yellow plus 15% Magenta for complete accuracy) towards Stroud on a mission for the company I worked for: Severnprint. I was probably delivering proofs for a job and trying to drum up a little more work from the area. In those days, one could wander around trading estates and shops looking for work. I learnt early in my brief and not that distinguished career as a print salesman ( though it read ‘ Account Manager ‘ on the business card) that one … Continue reading The Black Shed of Slad.
Why do we do what we do?
It’s a question that I keep asking myself. At the outset, I used to draw for a living. It was generally a collaborative sort of thing; in short, I was a commercial artist with a bent for large noses. I’ve drawn a lot of stuff, and generally, I was asked to do it for money, so I got lucky. Later, I was asked for ideas on what to draw, so although collaborative, I sort of got more authorship, if you want to use a fancy name for it. I came up with some of the odd ideas all by myself. … Continue reading Why do we do what we do?
The Relax Player
This guy was playing his saxophone outside Marks and Spencer’s just last week. His name is Laban. I found his playing quite relaxing. To everyone who has taken the trouble to look at and read my blog, I wish you a very Happy Christmas and New Year. Continue reading The Relax Player
‘Tis the season of ye additive.
What is it with food people, the ones who decide that it’s a good idea to lace food with booze, for instance? It sells is the answer. In a moment of ‘idea spasm’ when shopping for ‘someone difficult’, some shoppers think that buying a jar of overpriced marmalade that has brandy or whisky added is a jolly good idea. When aforementioned marmalade is unsullied by alcohol, it tastes good; but laced with booze, it tastes odd. Once the idea gets a grip, there’s an outbreak of buying additive-added foodstuffs. Double cream is probably bad for the waistline, but with added … Continue reading ‘Tis the season of ye additive.
I’m very close to Amanda
In fact, we have a bit of a relationship. I go to see her whenever I need some fruit, if you get my drift. Might this be a midlife crisis? No, not at all. It’s a fiction conjured up by that stupid spellchecker: “I know what you want to say thingy” on my text messages. “Who is this Amanda?” asks Mike with a bit of a smirk as the wait for him outside Marks and Spencer comes to an end. I look at him and then check my messages. “I’m very close to Amanda”, it confesses. MandS. The job in … Continue reading I’m very close to Amanda
“The holidays?”
All heard within an hour on a walk from one area to another yesterday. ___________________________________ ” Mummy, I want to be a Muslim” “Why is that dear?” “The holidays?” ____________________________________ ” Well I was going to go to Edinburgh but if they want to amputate I might have to go to Wales” _____________________________________ Father to two small daughters: “… He just wanted to keep his nuts dry” ( Much laughter from the two daughters ) One suspects a Squirrel joke _____________________________________ Continue reading “The holidays?”
Bruvver.
There are 11 months between us, and my surprise arrival may well have generated some ‘heat’ for our father at the time. Me on the left, John with one hand protecting me and the other picking my pocket, perhaps. His birthday is on the same date as the King’s, so he gets a reminder. The cartoonist and the antique dealer, who would have thought it, both now at an age where we are both not quite antiques but might be termed ‘collectables’. The plan was to take a trip to West Wales to celebrate my brother’s significant birthday. I thought … Continue reading Bruvver.
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 