For all those people who work at home this might have a bit of a connection. Boris Johnson, that London Mayor apparently stated that working at home was a ‘skiver’s charter’. It is becoming more commonplace for people to be able to work at home, but that does not mean they are necessarily still in their jim jams.This is a bit of a twist on that. Cartoon is for just 9am for his regular blog..http://www.welove9am.com/ Take a look!
Remember them at the cinema? Illuminated by that small light on the massive tray of ice cream.Choc ices and vivid orange orange juice that had not seen an orange in little clear plastic containers,just the right weight to chuck off the balcony without doing permanent damage to those below.
This is a rough for an article in a magazine on these fine ladies, who have become extinct. Bless em.
There’s a new app out there for macs where you can film people or whatever in real time and post it on your tweet. In an age when most people have the attention span of a nano second, the developers of this thingy give you 6 seconds to film.I’ve done this drawing for my client Love 9am who are going to show you folks out there how this can revolutionize your business, well perhaps not that, but at least make it better.I’ll put a link to this on here tomorrow, if I have a spare 6 seconds.
The cricket box is one form of packaging specifically designed for protecting the genitalia of those decent chaps who chose to engage in that most civilized of games. The strange kind of crotch padding used by road cyclists beneath the gussets of their clammy Lycra shorts is another type of packaging for those who belong to the sporty central social strata, a distant cousin of the box, possessed and utilized by many members of the active class. It is customary for the men and women of the earl grey set to be seen adjusting said packaging without shame or discretion during periods of rest taken whilst participating in their sports of choice. The manipulation of said packaging often incorporates a degree of lunging, squatting and spitting onto the nearest surface. Behaviour which I personally believe to be unacceptable.
Women of the middle class are unfortunate in that they are required to wear some kind of upper packaging, to prevent certain glands from becoming volatile, and are thus required to endure twice the ritual when pausing to adjust. Whether it is out cruising on some skinny de caff excuse for a push bike, or stopping for a few Ryvita’s and a green tea at the tennis club the strange yet unique sight of jiggling of bingo wing combined with bow legged wedgie tweaking and inner thigh rubbing is something to behold. A civilized set reduced to clowns, slaves to their shrink wraps and their egg cartons.