Didbrook
A ‘didbrook’ is a blow to the belly which results in the recipient expelling all available oxygen from the body in one breath. It’s a term used often in rugby: ” He got a right old did brook dinner” is … Continue reading Didbrook
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Tibberton
Here’s today’s almost finished rough. I’m working on a little book of place names and their meaning. ( I’ve made them all up of course ) Tibberton is a small village on the outskirts of Gloucester going west, but I describe it thus: Tibberton The way a female Tuffley walks after a night out on the Abbeymead. The heels of her shoes clatter on a wet pavement, generally accompanied by some choice language like: ” It wos you wot sed these shoes were ok Dawn but they’s crap, oh bugger av just lost me cheps” which loosely translated means ” … Continue reading Tibberton
Hippycamper or hippocampus
How good to get back to the drawing and the ideas. I’ve been working on a small book for a hypnotherapist and this little rough idea came out this afternoon. Sometimes the first drawing is the best and this is … Continue reading Hippycamper or hippocampus
Orkneys, weather or not.
I don’t normally post about holidays but this is the exception. The Orkneys with a group of fellow walkers was the plan and a good plan it was too. It rains a lot in the Orkneys and for those of you not familiar with where I’m talking about it’s north of the very north of mainland Scotland and consists of many islands. We got there by flying to Inverness and then transported from there by fine ‘minibuswalkercarrier’ vehicle to the top of the country. It was raining, and grey, all day. It got more and more bleak the further north … Continue reading Orkneys, weather or not.
Would you put your washing out on a day like this?
Yes, I was on holiday and walking a fell ( that’s a roundy type hill to those from outside the UK ) and it was wet, very wet. Walking through a boggy field littered with sheep and marsh orchids and … Continue reading Would you put your washing out on a day like this?
Bluebell fields and a grand day out.
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.
Birdwatcher or twitcher?
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?
Banksie revisited, what a shame.
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.
“Someone is thinking of you”
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”
The Proper Copper
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
Eat your heart out Postman Pat…
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…
Odd types,dangerous faces.
” 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.
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 