I’ve recently retired from my ‘other job’, I had respectable employment with a fine company of printers over in Gloucester.They gave me a very generous send-off last week,which was very gratifying. My daughter asked me if I cried, not bloody … Continue reading Fish…perfect for the hard of hearing.
On the way into Gloucester this morning I came across this, I was wide awake but it looks like someone else might not be.It added punch to the notice thinking about the ‘back story’.They will blame something technical but we all know what the truth might be. Continue reading Beware of illuminated road signs they can zend you off to sleepy town…
I recently had this drawing turned down for very understandable reasons. Written by my long standing collaborator Mr Thorburn, the piece was about Christmas Nativity plays at small school. Here is the bit I chose to draw: “Then there was the proud mum who went to watch her darling little girl in the leading role. All went well at first, but as soon as she got into the stable, she sat on the straw bale, put her feet up on the crib and spent the rest of the play picking her nose.” I so enjoyed doing the drawing that I chose … Continue reading The star rebels…
This is one of Mr Thorburn’s best lines in the book and I much enjoyed doing the drawing for it. What a wonderful name for a pub instead of all those faux trendy slug and lettuce places.Brand managers take note, … Continue reading “The facial expression they are waiting for should have its own brown sign on the motorway”
Yet another of Gordon’s golden words, this time he’s talking about artists… I suspect that Mr. T is not a great fan of the abstract and having just visited an exhibition in London by a German artist who is almost exactly … Continue reading Artist
Back to the book, here’s Gordon’s take on the newspaper seller.It’s one of my favourite subjects! Where on earth do they come from.I recall there being one in Manchester who, if things were slow, would write out on the headline board: The Pope! No news. It would improve sales for the day with worried catholics buying, only to find there was indeed, no news about the Pope. See more of Mt Thorburn’s stuff at http://www.gordonthorburn.co.uk and there’s more of my stuff on http://www.pauldaviescartoons.co.uk Any sightings should be reported to the Natural History Museum. There are plenty of people who stand about … Continue reading Newspaper Seller
By way of a change I’ve been on a walking holiday in Crete where we had a leader telling us exactly where we should go. A retired police officer from Nottinghamshire he was not only good company but also good at … Continue reading I’ve been proceeding…
This is another from the book, in this case the illustration is not quite faithful to the words, but there you go! Please note the pork pie in the plastic cover, which in days of yore would benefit from being … Continue reading The fly is on the inside…
…occurs in both sexes. Driven out of populous areas by larger, more aggressive types, the remaining few Bookshop Owners survive in nooks and crannies. Cyril Trumpet was the last scion of the family Trumpet, owners and runners of Trumpet & … Continue reading Bookshop Owner
Will probably be extinct by 2020. Rambler’s winter and summer coat is tweed, with check shirt, heather mixture stockings and stout boots. The male often has a deerstalker or a flat cap, the female a balaclava which rolls up to … Continue reading Rambler
Sometime in the 1970s, a design engineer had the idea of putting a computer in a car. At that instant, an entire breed was sentenced to death and we can expect Man Who Mends Cars to be virtually extinct in the western world by about 2015AD. Then, there will remain only a few isolated individuals within whom will reside the last shreds of knowledge about how to repair cars rather than psychoanalyse them and reconstitute them with plug-in components. By then, except in Famagusta and at Classic Car rallies, you will never see a Ford Cortina nor any kind of … Continue reading Man who mends cars.
Isolated examples may survive in remote parts of Scotland. One of the strangest varieties of all, Proper Doctor only existed in one sex and did not have adolescent stages (vide Goat Woman). Proper Doctor simply appeared as an adult male aged 45 with his Gladstone bag already battered. In daylight, he would often wear plus-fours and a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches (vide Schoolmaster). If he came to see you at night, he would be dressed in black tie and dinner jacket. Proper Doctor’s role was one of reassurance and confidence building. He was not familiar with the panoply … Continue reading Proper Doctor
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 