This place is in Gloucester on the way to Kingsholm the home of Gloucester Rugby. Here one can purchase medieval fish and chips to warm the parts afore a game played by monsters of ye scrimmage and where on after a gentleman or maid may avail themselves of ale and porter at ye public house nearby. To make merrie if aforesaid monsters of rugbye have sallied forth victorious or to drown ye sorrows if, by mere happenstance, they are therein defeated. Continue reading Ye Take Away.

It only take one trip to a Supermarket for the viewer to notice: ‘Men who’s been let loose in a supermarket with a list’. ‘Don’t come home without those items on the list that we never buy at any other time of the year’ is the order ringing around the head. Sending them on days like these is a cruelty beyond reason. They are not used to supermarkets at the best of times rarely getting involved in the shopping during the rest of the year and getting it wrong on the odd occasions mid year when they are asked to … Continue reading Coming to a street near you…the male supermarket stare.

I’m sorry Sir but you’ll need to upgrade to a Wacom super Doopa model to be able to draw any more. You see you upgraded your operating system to Brexit 0.18 from Brexit 0.16, and with this new software you simply can’t operate properly. ” but the curser moves around the map quite easily, but won’t let me draw the line anywehere” The earlier operating system, which was originally Euro.74 took a while to develop and then was shelved when Brexit 0.16 came along. It seemed popular at the time but having been released it seems that .16 has loads … Continue reading Your pencil’s out of date…

A weekend of rugby on the telly, and am constantly amazed that they get to the end of a game in one piece. I used to play many years ago, generally very badly, a standard in all sports that I tried to maintian at all times, though I was really not that bad at table tennis. I thought I ought to carry on playing rugby even when I left school and turned out for a team in suburban North London, where they were desparate for players, so I was a shoe-in! I even carried on playing after breaking my jaw … Continue reading I’m glad I’m only watching.

I’ve not been doing a lot of drawing just recently. Events have rather got in the way, moving house being one of them. I’m gradually settling in to my new studio and hope to be back with pen in hand very soon. Like in this heady self portrait, I have views of trees. Thanks for dropping by. Continue reading Settling in…

and we are still adrift…. Continue reading This is where we started….

I’m a cartoonist, not a Chuckle Muscle Activator or a Pencil Pilot. This job description thing is getting a little out of hand. I used to work, later in my career, in a so called proper job where it was deemed that I was a Customer Account Manager, that was bollocks too, I was a salesman and proud of it. It seems like everyone theses days is looking for a job description that is never negative ( as salesperson might be, I blame Death of a Salesman by Miserable Arthur Miller. Married to Marilyn Monroe, what had he got to … Continue reading Member Success Manager? What bollocks is this?

I’ve been working on a little booklet for the Stroud Wassail. This was taken when I visitied it last year. It’s quite a day and I’ll be putting more information out there as we get a little closer to it. It’s a great way to cheer up a dull January day, I assume he’s smiling under there! Continue reading Coming soon…well in January.

There I was trawling through some of my photos looking for suitable candidates for a landscape drawing and I chanced across this one. It’s on the Island of  Spetses in Greece where my good friend Rosalind Forster lives for most of the year. One can see from this, as an artists, why she chooses to live there. The light is brilliant in every way. I won’t be able  to get that into my drawing, so in this case, for the moment, I give up.   Continue reading OK, I give up.

No words for this, taken a few weeks ago on the plot. Continue reading Hello Flower!