My chum Richard who was at college with me some years ago, does walking, and occasionally I join him. We meet midway between where we live and this is conveniently the Mendip Hills in Somerset, just a mile or three … Continue reading Bluebell fields and a grand day out.
Came across this drawing today and thought I’d share it with you. Makes a change from border guards. It’s that time of year again with birds flying in from all over the place to spend some time with us over here. I’m a bit of a bird watcher but am not that good at recognising them, apart from the common ones, and most people can do that. Continue reading Birdwatcher or twitcher?
We were blessed here in Cheltenham with a visit from famous graffiti artist Banksie about a year ago when he painted this blank wall on the end of a terrace of houses. I thought it was a good joke given that Cheltenham listens to the world through GCHQ, and it brightened up the house facade. A year on and this is the result. Nothing very funny about this mess. Wrangles about who owns it and who can profit from it have made it into this, together with a visit from someone with more paint and a lot less talent than … Continue reading Banksie revisited, what a shame.
As some might gather from my previous blog my father died in February after a short illness. He was 93. Some might say it was a good age, and indeed it is, but it’s still a shock when it happens. Some might also say that writing a blog about it is ‘just not on’ as the English say, and I can appreciate that but then I want as many people as possible to know about him. So I’ve had a short intermission and this will be the only blog about him from now on, so you can click-off from … Continue reading “Someone is thinking of you”
Tom Davies. My Dad. Born 7th October 1921. Died 27th February 2015. Rest in Peace. Thanks to all my family and friends for their love and support and the staff at Gloucester Royal Hospital who cared for him so lovingly in his final hours. I will not be blogging again for a few days, after which the show will go on. Continue reading The Proper Copper
I used to read bedtime stories to my kids and if I got bored by the books would start to embellish the tales.This is an idea done some time ago, and probably when I was in ‘sales’. One of my … Continue reading Eat your heart out Postman Pat…
” What’s his name then? “ Franklin ” What’s he like? “ Big, bold, bit hard of hearing so tends to shout when speaking, does n’t know he’s doing it. The meeting was a get-together of the type crime unit, a collection of faces that would not look out of place on one of their own wanted posters. They were all tasked with the search for one particular face. “Who does this Franklin hang out with then”? Well the whisper is that it’s someone called Elle. She’s Swiss interjected another, continuing: Cool lines – works a lot in banking. You … Continue reading Odd types,dangerous faces.
Go back a few posts to my jungle parrot and this is the top of the drawing from there for the poster with ‘Essence of Jungle’. That’s me at the drawing board and is of course taken directly from life … Continue reading Top of the jungle…
So here we are eighteen days later and ‘Rough Seas Rough’ got a little more finished, but not completely. Sometimes there’s a temptation to over finish, and when does a cartoon become an illustration. For me they are always cartoons these days. I’ll work on this drawing and it will be interesting to see if it gets better or worse. This drawing reveals my fear of small boats out at sea. I used to go on holiday to North Wales and could never understand the attraction that people had to set out to sea in what seemed to me to be … Continue reading Rough seas again, eighteen days later.
You need to have seen previous posts of this to follow the so-called story, it may not be worth it. Continue reading Effort reveals blame…
This is another drawing from the archives recently found. It’s from a book called ’43 Unsporting Moments’ and was written with my old collaborator Gordon Thorburn. The book dates from 1996, so getting on a bit now. I’ll quote here from the text which is about a fixture at a prison: ” This girl, who would have been the dominant personality in any East German field-events team, did not seem especially keen to join in the sport today. She gave the impression that among her preferred activities was having college girls on toast for breakfast…” The lady on the outside … Continue reading Netball woman, and other sporting moments.
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 