Lifting the spirits…
This is a rare event these days, but magical when it happens., and just too good to keep to myself. This was filmed yesterday evening in a carpet of wild garlic up on the Cotswolds. Continue reading Lifting the spirits…
Dave Christensen
Graham first met him as a 12 year old. Both keen on football Graham was playing at school in the yard one day when this bespectacled small chap rose gracefully to head the ball towards him. He’d just moved to Cleethorpes from Fleetwood, there’s a clue in the geography here. His father was a Seine net fisherman originally from Denmark who sailed bravely away from the Nazi advance into his own country into the friendly shores of Blighty where we kindly put him behind bars for a while, just to make sure he wasn’t a spy. Eventually working from Fleetwood, … Continue reading Dave Christensen
Knowing where the spaces are.
Mike came to help me carve out Henry yesterday. It was a great afternoon out in the sunshine at the Folk in Gloucester, spot of lunch then a chip or two carving stone. You find out a lot about people if you walk or carve together. I had no idea that Mike was an expert in packing a suitcase, but then I wouldn’t. He’s a legend in his own lunchtime back home where he has the ultimate knack of packing. perhaps he should be called a Packing Knacker. No. This is his first time carving and to be honest he … Continue reading Knowing where the spaces are.
Gill by the River.
When I went for an interview with a lady called Ruth Gill at a huge ad agency in London back when stuff was in black and white and the London tube had wooden escalators, she asked me at the end of the interview what my hobbies were. My reply was ‘ I haven’t got the job have I?’ She was gracious in her reply and said she was sorry ‘No’. I think she used the question to fill the gap after the more serious questions and what’s more she was not remotely interested in what I did in my spare … Continue reading Gill by the River.
Henry gets stoned in Gloucester
A day out in Gloucester, this time at the Folk which is down at the bottom of Westgate. Worth a visit. A demonstration of stone carving by enthusiast Jim Pentney. He let me have a go at carving out a version of Henry Mouse, the character from mine and Andy Harden’s books of the same name. I’m hooked now and can’t wait to have another go next week. The Henry books are now available on Amazon from here Continue reading Henry gets stoned in Gloucester
…one more and then I must go
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One from the archives…
Sun out, drawing on hold
Dancing around…
Here’s one from the vaults. I’m not quite sure which dark corner of my brain this came from as I never went to dance halls, or even danced that much, and when I did it was not a pretty sight, or so I’m told. Continue reading Dancing around…
Stop doing that!
Not something I say to other people, much, but something I’m forever saying to myself. A recent trip for an appointment at the local hospital a clear case in point. Walking into a ‘waiting room’ with miserable people all around on chairs, spread out around the room and my aim to get through the area to the other side where I was expected. All eyes on me I think. “Morning everybody” I blurt out as if I’m the chief medical officer welcoming them all to the opening of a new clinic, but they all know from my dress and demeanour … Continue reading Stop doing that!
Dishonest people don’t sell good tuna fish.
Not my wise words but those of one of my grandsons, who really knows his tuna, and his use of English. Continue reading Dishonest people don’t sell good tuna fish.
Paul Davies Cartoons & stuff 