I never quite made it to the Premier League.

There’s a local on line newspaper, and others do this too, where they tease you to take a look at their ‘non story’ and if it’s football related it will be headlines something like “Premier League Ace now emptying bins in Rochdale”. The immediate reaction is of course, who can that be? And it. Is always someone you have never heard of, ever, and who played twice for a Premier League club when they managed to visit the Premier League on a short visit in the 1980s. There’s a picture of him in action on the pitch wearing their shirt … Continue reading I never quite made it to the Premier League.

Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

Recipe for a grand day out. Plan a trip to Somerset with a good friend Robin in his fancy car that has the very latest ‘Jane’ Sat Nav ( when I typed that at first it said satanic, perhaps that was an opinion ) Good weather, it arrived! Not too hot and not too cold. Terms of engagement all set out, make your own sandwiches and drink,meet at Priddy with other good friend Richard, who knows the route around Priddy and is always good for a wry comment. Looking at the map to get there is rather like a child’s … Continue reading Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

The easier walk is ard.

“And the harder walk is easier. The harder walk is like this, but it’s not really different from the easier walk, pause. But the easier walk is not as easy as the easier walk you all do , and the first part of the harder and the easier walk we all do together and there is a steep Ill like this, but the ground is a gravel path, not big stones. In the woods for the harder walk is wood and trees, under the feet there is stones and you should be careful. On the easier walk it is nothing, … Continue reading The easier walk is ard.

“Basil Brush” English.

We use them without thinking about it. Little phrases that make non native speakers look at each other in complete puzzlement. They have similar phrases in their own language, but they are never quite the same. “Vive La difference!”, as we say in English. German couple on recent holiday had excellent English and an enthusiasm to speak to us. Musicians by trade, or more profession perhaps one might say, they had a good ear as you would expect. Teachers back in Germany where many teachers are classed as civil servants. My teachers, way back, were never that civil to me. … Continue reading “Basil Brush” English.

Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.

  Off to Italy for a walking holiday. How to get there. Flight from Heathrow, sounds good but it takes off at some ungodly hour in the early morning. This means spending the night in beautiful downtown Hounslow so tha t one can be early enough to be at the airport at 4.30 in the morning. That’s 4.30 in the morning. When all good people should be ticked up in bed rather than milling about in an airport lounge. Bus to Heathrow the day before was generally uneventful apart from the temperature of the bus, one minute Baltic, the next … Continue reading Montague Burton wouldn’t have had to deal with this sort of thing, but his suitcase wouldn’t have had wheels.

When I’m Prime Minister.

Where to start? Well we can begin with the phrase much used by politicians avoiding questions: ‘but what I will say’, and then going on about some issue that bears no relation to the question or statement. Anyone doing this would be made to pick up litter with a pair of tweezers for a week. Hard landscaping, that euphemism for concreting over a garden will be outlawed. Anyone with a substantial garden will be obliged to grow things in it. Potatoes at the very least. Supermarkets will be obliged to water any plants they try to sell. Local ones frequently … Continue reading When I’m Prime Minister.

Schtubbelfrome and Wu liquid

If, like me, you posses a beard, mine used principally to hide my face, then you will be familiar with this problem. You look into a mirror, not too often, and when you do you spy a little drop of unknown liquid attached to a hair on the beard. This is a schtubbelfrome, Taken from the German it means exactly that, a small gleaming bead of liquid that is visible to the naked eye from some yards away. The viewer is inclined to think that the owner of the schtubbelfrome is well past his sell by date and might have … Continue reading Schtubbelfrome and Wu liquid

“The star of this movie is the staircase”

In my illustration/ cartoon career I only ever did one movie poster that was used. I did one or two others that did not get beyond the rough stage. I had the call from a large ad agency to go in and see an art director and writer to discuss the brief. There was none. I’d been invited to see the film in a viewing theatre belonging to the large film company that had made the film and spent a vary enjoyable afternoon laughing a lot at the tale of a house purchase by a young couple, in the States, … Continue reading “The star of this movie is the staircase”

Graham Thompson : the Master.

We all take influences in our work, even if you are a cartoonist. I loved the work and easy line of the late Bill Tidy and he also told brilliant jokes. But the person who I think of as the master of his craft, and he tells no jokes, is Graham Thompson. Never heard of him? Well you should have and anyone reading this will now have heard of him. If you are a jig saw fanatic then you may well have done one of his puzzles as he did loads of these later in his career. I came across … Continue reading Graham Thompson : the Master.

Embellishment, or advertising as it was called in those days.

“Did you really earn a living from that? Someone once asked me that, and there were many times when I thought someone else might, by the look on their face, ask me the same question again.What the questioners had in common was a look of utter disbelief that I did in fact make a living from drawing cartoons. I made a very good living from my so called skills, especially in the late 70s and 80s. “Will I have heard of you?” was another regular question and after I’d said “No” they would generally follow up with the name of … Continue reading Embellishment, or advertising as it was called in those days.

I blame Winston Churchill

Apparently he regularly used a shorthand way of writing notes and messages. This has transmogrified into the now dreadful way that companies or organisations rename themselves. For many years now the local mental health division of the NHS has rebranded itself as “2gether” if you can believe that! For crying out loud, both parts of that are wrong, there’s no such word as gether and 2 is a sodding numeral. I suppose someone at the head of this division had already spent too much on the branding that there was no way of going back. I suppose the thing that … Continue reading I blame Winston Churchill

Who went to your school?

Nobody famous as far as I know. When reading reports of famous people or even unknown people attending a particular school, journalists are always looking at where they went to school. When I was at school the only person of note was a high court judge called Edmund Davies ( no relation ) it was sort of suggested that he was someone we could all to aspire to. Pop stars, criminals, writers and other such celebrities are amongst the sort of people who get a a mention, but not by the school only in the news item and sometimes in … Continue reading Who went to your school?