A day out in Gloucester, this time at the Folk which is down at the bottom of Westgate. Worth a visit. A demonstration of stone carving by enthusiast Jim Pentney. He let me have a go at carving out a version of Henry Mouse, the character from mine and Andy Harden’s books of the same name. I’m hooked now and can’t wait to have another go next week. The Henry books are now available on Amazon from here Continue reading Henry gets stoned in Gloucester
Here’s one from the vaults. I’m not quite sure which dark corner of my brain this came from as I never went to dance halls, or even danced that much, and when I did it was not a pretty sight, or so I’m told. Continue reading Dancing around…
Not something I say to other people, much, but something I’m forever saying to myself. A recent trip for an appointment at the local hospital a clear case in point. Walking into a ‘waiting room’ with miserable people all around on chairs, spread out around the room and my aim to get through the area to the other side where I was expected. All eyes on me I think. “Morning everybody” I blurt out as if I’m the chief medical officer welcoming them all to the opening of a new clinic, but they all know from my dress and demeanour … Continue reading Stop doing that!
Not my wise words but those of one of my grandsons, who really knows his tuna, and his use of English. Continue reading Dishonest people don’t sell good tuna fish.
One of those days when you can easily top up on Vitamin D. They’ve been rare recently. I took the chance to take a walk on the top of the Cotswolds to one of my very favourite places. Sunshine all day. I took loads of photos and walked with good friend Sally who lives nearby. The Red Kite in the picture above only spotted when I got the photograph opened up on my computer back hiome. I’ve attempted to draw this scene dozens of times with varying results. The pictures can do the talking today. Continue reading Light show, it makes a change.
“Miriam? Left. Accounts… Police” This was the response to my question to one of my clients enquiring of the whereabouts of the friendly Miriam who’d I’d had some dealings with over the years I’d worked at the print company. If you are to re-enact this small four worded drama it requires some dexterity and timing. The actors in the drama, me and the gentleman who I was asking the question and his four worded response you need to know that the response has some very pregnant pauses between each of the four words and is delivered in a world weariness … Continue reading Four word story
Some will have already switched off, and who can blame them. There’s a huge amount of football talk around. I was reminded of the days when I used to go to football matches, after all I’m one of that generation who saw Best Charlton and Law playing in their hey day. The last match I went to was at Arsenal’s then new stadium, with my son in law Jack. Great day out a mere walk away from where he lived at the time. Seats! And a view over the goal end. Good game too. When I lived and worked in … Continue reading Football talk in colour
Some people get by with a lot of talking, like I do. My religious studies teacher called me “garrulous” at which I asked him what it means. “You talk too much Davies” he replied and I went very briefly silent. I suppose this blog is an indication of my talkative side, wittering on might be a better description. I was not really suited to the solitary life of an illustrator silently sharpening my pencils alone, always preferring to have company so I could inflict my wittering on them. Way back after school and at what people call ‘Uni’ ( Yech! … Continue reading Singular silent determination
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 