A Shop on Wheels
Great photo and an interesting little piece. Caulis the size of footballs! Continue reading A Shop on Wheels
Great photo and an interesting little piece. Caulis the size of footballs! Continue reading A Shop on Wheels
There I was looking at an idea for a little job I do regularly and for no apparent reason came up with a couple of dancers, this is a detail of the drawing.It’s the sort of drawing that some years ago I might have spent an enjoyable few hours working up, redrawing and then presenting on a fine piece of board as the ‘final’. With modern technology there is always no final. One can be faffing about for hours but the restricted budgets mean that one cannot afford to. Continue reading Sometimes it just happens…
We British know how to holiday, get yourself a half decent camera and a strong strap to hang it around your sunburnt neck, decent back pack with spares for the camera and a sausage roll to keep your energy level at the max and venture forth. Strong sturdy sun hat that you’ve had for several summers and has seen action on cricket grounds around the country and then get out there. Oh and don’t forget the regulation black socks to go with a decent pair of brogues, it might be hot out there but that’s no excuse for shoddy footwear. … Continue reading Finely balanced with good quality socks.
Modern inventions are at times just taken for granted. In the days when travel was glamorous and only the select few could fly or afford to, suitcases were carried and generally not by the traveller. Because this is what they were: travellers and not tourists. So now we all ‘carry’ our own cases and the result is that someone comes up with the idea of little wheels, so that airports are like shopping malls complete with one’s own trolley.They are also almost all now a regulation size and will have none of those fancy labels stuck on the leather with … Continue reading Wheels on a suitcase, whoever thought of them?
Publishing Version 1 resulted in a message about our holidaymakers string vest.I replied that it was, of course, under the very thick shirt that he always wears for his hols. Revelation of same would only occur in the event of temperatures in excess of 80 degrees.Rolling up the trouser and the sturdy shirtsleeve precluded any fancy ideas about wearing shorts. Ice cream came in one flavour: vanilla, and was normally sandwiched between two very thin layers of what appeared to be very thin insulation board, but was actually called wafer. My brother had a job selling such ice cream and … Continue reading Holiday fun, version 2. Where’s the string vest then?
Having just returned from a holiday abroad to a job about how holidays used to be, here’s my rough idea for a piece on British hols.It happened now and again, the sun shone on this country and instead of going pink abroad we managed to go pink on our own shores.Occasionally one could spot a ‘dad’ contentedly bathing his lily-white feet in the almost warm English seas, whilst the recommended protection of a large white knotted hankie kept his head protected from the English rare sunshine. Shorts of course were never worn, what on earth was wrong with just rolling … Continue reading Holiday fun, would it were so simple!
Our beautiful baby daughter got married a week ago and we are as proud of her as we could be. I’ve been grinning like a cat for over a week and this condition might be well be permanent. We had the very best of days. Back to my little drawings next week. Continue reading Just one family blog and then back to the usual.
…but a mosquito net might help. I’m not a great speller myself but this job ad pasted in a restaurant window today took the proverbial biscuit for me. It was only when I got the image on the screen that I noticed the resident mosquito.It would appear also that one applies within a phone number. I think I’ll stick to home made food. Continue reading Spelling not needed for this job…
It’s tough at the top, or so I’m told. At the start of my career ( yeright! ) I thought that I’d be climbing the greasy pole and looking for career advancement. I ended up drawing for a living, 30 years of that exclusively freelance, and then had a career change some 11 years ago. I became an executive! I wore a tie ( a friend suggested that this was probably around my waist to keep my trousers up ) and was called an account manager. Who were they kidding, calling me that! I know it’s sales, but so be … Continue reading The greasy pole…
I’ve found a way of disappearing almost completely from sight. I live in the centre of a reasonably large town and like to shop in the town without making my arms any longer than they need be by carrying heavy bags. So I bought a shopping bag on wheels. All of a sudden I’ve become completely invisible, that’s me on the left of the drawing. Not there? Yes I am but your not looking at me. You ‘re looking at the shopping trolley and thinking this is some old geezer who I will not bother giving my flyers to, I’ll … Continue reading Invisible from here.
. Another very early blog from the archive, short but sweet. When a sheep falls over it might, if it falls on its back, have trouble getting up again unaided. If my memory serves me right, the term for this condition is kesselling. It’s probably a term that originates in Yorkshire. I have absolutely no proof whatsoever that the term exists.This little person is in danger of kesselling, if perchance she does fall on her back then she may well need parental help in uprighting herself. Kesselring was an entirely different name, as I recall he was a top German general … Continue reading Kesselling…I think.