Shooting the breeze by the river.

We were in the same ‘group’ on the graphic design course at Manchester School of Art, which is what it was called back then before ‘people’ got hold of it, changed it to a polytechnic and then morphed it into part of Manchester Metropolitan University. Peter Green was one of eight of us. Two groups of four in the illustration department. Peter, Ed, Roy and Terry, then me, Julia, Jenny and Diane, and there was another girl who popped in now and again seemingly just to put her feet up, gossip and smoke. As I recall she wore knee high … Continue reading Shooting the breeze by the river.

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Looking back, was it ham sandwiches or Trevor that saved me?

We lived in a police house just outside the police station on the edge of Manchester in Ashton-under-Lyne. I was around 22 and had just left art school in Manchester, scraping my diploma, and feeling a little sore at just scraping through, but looking back it was probably about right. I was in a year that shone but the light coming from me was more of a flicker than a beam. I was determined to get off my backside and get a career in advertising as a so-called ‘creative’ in London. There was a plan to share a place in … Continue reading Looking back, was it ham sandwiches or Trevor that saved me?

Wingnut assembly by the River.

A friend and I have started to put aside a day per month to go out drawing, en plein air, as the French would say. We had quite a lot of plein air yesterday, choosing a dry but flat sort of day to go down by the river, and the river around these parts is the Severn. Turns out that the third member of the drawing club I’d met before some years ago, when she came to me to have some printing done. So she’d had the unfortunate experience of my smooth talking print rep persona. She recognised me but … Continue reading Wingnut assembly by the River.

Some day!

My bird recognition software on my phone went into meltdown on a terrific afternoon on the top of the Cotswolds. It heard 23 species of birds, including a Willow Warbler, but excluding the fine Red Kite, who was keeping his beak shut whilst he swirled over us, checking out if we might be a healthy snack. What a brilliant afternoon in every respect, the constant change of light with the scudding clouds. Lots of material to draw and paint in the days to come. One of the things I like about this sort of thing is the opportunity to share … Continue reading Some day!

Paul Sample: Top of the League

I recently heard of the death of Paul Sample, one of the country’s finest cartoon illustrators. He made his passion for motorbikes part of his story, drawing Ogri, his biking character, for years. Why not make your living drawing what you like most? Clever idea. He was also responsible for many book jackets, in particular the paperback covers for Tom Sharpe’s books, which were, to my mind, one of the pinnacles in a fine career at the nib! In no part thanks also to the Art Director who commissioned him back then: Gary Day Ellison. I never met Paul, but … Continue reading Paul Sample: Top of the League

Down Ampney

That area of the duvet that stays warm when you get up to make a cup of tea in the morning. Climbing back into bed with the tea handy, it’s always good to find some residual ‘down ampney’. Somehow, if it has dissipated completely the day does not get off to a good start, and the tea seems less than satisfactory. The area of Down Ampney is close to lakes and waterways. On a Spring morning, pockets of warm, damp air can cling to the land in a sort of mist. This dissipates after a relatively short time. Sometimes it … Continue reading Down Ampney