In lockdown I’ve had no excuse but to get on with a couple of children’s books that I promised myself I’d do for my grandchildren. The first one is called “We love you more than…”
The book was inspired by my own experiences when my family were young, when I’d tell my daughter that I loved her more than….then you choose what it is you really like.
This book, like the other, is quite small: the size of a standard cd. 120 x 120mm. All the proceeds from the sale of the book will be donated to charity, and my own preferred charity is local one to me here in Cheltenham: Longfield. Take a look at what they do there.
They have a shop in Cheltenham and another one in Stroud where they are going to stock the books in due course.
As a taster I will be publishing the spreads of the book here over the next few days. I’m having a hundred copies of each book printed so they are a limited edition. I hope you enjoy.
You can also see more about the books on my other website here.
You can buy a copy from the through PayPal right here:
We love you more than…
A 28 page full colour illustrated children's book where all proceeds will go to charity. Book is 120 x 120mm and in full colour with a limited print run of 100 copies. Copies are £6-50 per book and this covers the postage in the UK. The books are also available at the Longfield Charity chops in the Bath Road Cheltenham and in Stroud, where they are £5-00. Give more if you can please
Here’s my lockdown project brought to fruition at last. I’ll be banging on about these for several days from now. Hopefully a post per days and a page per day. You can buy the books from this site from each posting via PayPal. All the proceeds from the books will go to Longfield who look after people at the other end of life to my target audience. You can also buy the books from my other website. Again using PayPal. Or you will shortly be able to buy them from the Longfield Charity shops in the Bath Road, Cheltenham or their branch in King Street, Stroud.
They cost £6-50 through PayPal as I need to cover postage and packing and they are a mere£5-00 and all that fiver goes to Longfield, I have paid for print and production. So please buy it, for Longfield and for me.
We’ve had a heatwave, but I have never watered my potatoes, they take their chances. I grow on some wonderful black soil conditioner from Evesham on top of clay like a hard cheese. It seems to suit the spuds. They grew enormous amounts of green above ground, and I thought the resulting spuds would be small and perfectly formed. They are schwarzenegger big. This is just one of a group from one plant, this is probably the biggest but the others are pretty big too, in fact half the crop from this one plant weighs over 5 pounds. The bonus is that they taste pretty good too. I just wish I could remember what they were called. If you are good at spud recognition and you’ve seen this beast somewhere before, then let me know.
This one was dug out last night and together with its brother spuds, and some pretty big beetroot, I put them in a shopping bag to bring home. I could hardy lift the bag, so I put half of them back to return today to get them.
I used to be keen on cricket until struck on the head by a ball when just a callow youth. The result of some fearsome fast bowling by one of my sports teachers, who insisted that I keep wicket in the very small area behind the wicket in the cricket nets. The resulting blow put what looked like an egg on my forehead and I suppose these days would be classed as concussion. All he did was get cross with me for failing to catch his fearsome delivery.
On a day when the sun has been at its hottest I came across this blog and thought it worth sending out there again.
For anyone not familiar with cricket, there are two umpires who oversee the game, one at the bowler’s end and one at mid-on, there you are, you’re lost already. It’s no use going any further explaining to anyone who has no knowledge of the game. I have very little myself, suffice to say that in the old days, the umpires also used to serve as a handy clothes peg, wrapped around with the player’s spare hats and jumpers on what was normally a roasting hot day.
Their job is to adjudicate if a batsman is in, or out, if he was judged out then he had to go off and someone else would come in , until they were judged to be out. If they were judged to be not out then they would stay in. In this particular case the umpire is indicating the result of an appeal and the batsmen is out. Another batsman may now come on and will be in until he is out, unless he succeeds in being not out. Owzat?
We needed a spot of culture as well as a day out so booked a trip to Compton Verney, a large house and garden in Warwickshire which the satnav lied about when we queried how far and how long it would take. Or perhaps I drive a tad slower than the average. The drive took us along conventional roads across the Cotswolds and to the edge of Warwickshire.
They have it well worked out at Compton Verney to cope with Covid. How long before there are books coming out with “Coping with Covid” as the title. You heard it first here.
We were there with pre-booked tickets to see the exhibition of Crannach. I’m not versed in early German painting, in fact I’m not that well versed in any sort of painting, but as the philistines say ” I know what I like”. These were stunning paintings and to think they were painted over 500 years ago seems quite humbling. How they have lasted. Or should that be “How have they lasted?” I suppose they have been national treasures of some sort for all these years.
This one took my fancy particularly, he seemed able to capture the real characters of these people. I thought that the young person on the right had a particularly enigmatic look.
This one too…
She has that look of a woman of a certain age that is confident but has that rather disparaging look. It reminds me of my niece when my brother has told a particular joke that she’s heard more than once before.
Cranach’s influence has been far and wide and in the exhibition are works by contemporary artists inspired by his talents. This one by Picasso is a lino cut print that he apparently did after being sent a postcard of one of Cranach’s paintings of a lady. I wonder what Cranach would have made of it, I bet he’d have loved it. I did too.
Then there’s this large sculpture of a woman ripping out one of her own teeth. There’s a pedal next to the sculpture and everyone can see what happens when you don’t floss. Barmy, but really quite interesting.
Out and about on walkabout with my friend Robin, this little bee took to a teasel and this is a series of photos taken on an iPhone that one can convert into a mini movie. If you take live photos on an iPhone you can then convert that series of photos into a short movie, this one turned out ok. Soundtrack is me whispering directions to the star of the film.
This phrase was first heard by myself when at school many years ago, and it was used by a boy called Thomas, that was his surname, can’t remember his first name. He would deploy this phrase after any long argument to illustrate that he had ‘won’ the argument. To say it was maddening was something of an understatement. He probably became a politician. It’s the old equivalent of the word used by young people today: “whatever:”.
Try using this word at the end of a discussion and see the reaction, it’s probably the same as mine was to that original phrase.
For anyone reading whose first language is not English, then please use either of these tactics sparingly.
This was from a few years ago when I had an exhibition of drawings inspired by “Pont”, and early Punch cartoonist who specialised in drawing the foibles of the British. This was in the late 30s when the concept of men cooking out doors would have been foreign to him, as it is to me now.
What is it with these things that men cook enough protein to feed a small army in one fell swoop? I hear that we are in for some hot weather which means that men will be digging out barbecue sets from the back of a shed and looking where they can buy meat in bulk. There will have to be social distancing of course, not a problem from my point of view, I’ll be keeping well clear.
This is a profile drawing I did on the day after Orangeman was elected President, and sort to sums up what I felt then. It could have been used dozens of times since. Could have been used when we idiotically voted to leave Europe. Could have been used when posh school prat was voted in, which one? Or it could perhaps sum up what I feel about how they have handled the pandemic. It’s like a universal tool.
I shall try and be a bit more positive in the future, but fully expect to be able to use this again very soon.
My friend Robin and I have been working on an idea where we could say thank you to Coronavirus Heroes who have kept life as near normal as possible for us. The drivers, pickers, posties, small shopkeepers, delivery people and the bin men ( or should one say waste operatives in this politically sensitive time, perhaps we should but I dislike the word operative, so perhaps waste workers would cover it )
We’d like to buy them all a drink but that being impractical we thought perhaps we might just design a mug for them. So we did. We got it printed here in Cheltenham by the Star Centre who care for children with disabilities. They did a fine job.
We bought the boxes for them to go in and had our ‘seed corn’ of 50 mugs. Since then we’ve been looking out for anyone who can perhaps run with the idea, including the Star Centre. They must have their hands full at present, so we’ve decided to put them out to the people we appreciate.
So if you have been given one of these mugs by us, then please know that you have one of a very limited print run of 50. We are still on the look out for anyone who might be able to run with us on this idea. I started giving my own personal collection out today. One of the waste workers said he was ‘intrigued’ as it was still boxed. I hope they like them.
We haven’t bought them a drink but we have a least got them something to have the drinks in. It’s been a very well worth exercise.