I’m not over fond of flying and doing so on an empty stomach is probably recommended. Especially if you have to be at the airport at 4-00 in the morning. Here we were on the plane ready to take off for Dubrovnik eagerly anticipating our walking holiday in Montenegro. The bacon sandwich looked tempting in the photograph in Tui’s Menu on the plane. (Tui used to be Thompson’s or was it Thomson’s…I suspect that so many people got it wrong that they had a competition to find the shortest domain name for this digital age ). They chose something so bland … Continue reading The dream and the reality…

Hope you’ve enjoyed these last seven images. Back to other stuff from here.   Continue reading Random image number 7

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Murder Weekend. Believe it or not people actually pay for weekends away pretending there’s been a murder at the hotel they are staying at. I did this drawing over 20 years ago! Continue reading Random image number 4

Hard at work at the drawing board… Continue reading Random image number 3

This is the well-known shipping magnate: Courtney Fish. You can buy this print right here. Yes, I used to draw stuff like this for a living! Continue reading Random image number 2

This one was from my exhibition about the British Character and was titled: “An ability to be unenthusiastic about socializing” Have a good week! Continue reading Random images number 1

Watch out for these in the coming week. Continue reading Random images for a week…

I did this one back in around 1990, so it’s something of an antique now. Study carefully and you’ll see the old corner shop left in the midst of demolition and the big supermarket in it’s place, with the facsimile of the old corner shop re-created inside. Is that child in a a straightjacket? What was I thinking? The original of this is now in California, now there’s a story. Continue reading Ye Olde Corner Shoppe

I suppose one could use this as a euphemism of something ghastly but it’s simply a sentence that came out as I was clutching my toe just the other day. We are presently living with in excess of three fire engines and they lurk around corners waiting to trap the unsuspecting person walking by without steel toe capped boots. The subsequent pain seems to amuse my two grandchildren who have yet to master the art of parking such a weighty vehicle in the right place. At least no one has bought them a set of drums yet. Continue reading I just stubbed my toe on a fire engine.

That’s the forecast for here for tomorrow. Stay cool, be British, take a brolly. Continue reading Withering heat…