The Employment Jungle

The Employment Jungle

This is again part of a bigger drawing but here we can see what it might be about.Have a guess what the chap in the background might be saying. I’ll apologise now if it’s not quite as exciting as you might have thought, but then it is about employment and social media.The final will be published by the end of the week and then perhaps we’ll have a change from these busy cartoons. I might have a spell of simple. If you have been looking, thanks for dropping in. Feel free to comment on what you see, or if you have a subject I’m happy to look at it for you.

Kettles on!

It was some years ago and in Manchester where I was a student at the art college.

I had gone to bed and it must have been about 2 in the morning when I was awoken by the most enormous sound of the crashing metal, as a car outside came to a sticky end.It was one of those moments when you cannot remember jumping out of bed as it was done almost automatically.

Rushing to the front door my flatmate and I peered into the street to see the remains of the car just a few yards away.Small pieces of the vehicle were still rolling off it as we stared at the wreckage. It was followed by almost complete silence, save for the sound of steam coming from a fractured radiator.

Then a door opposite opened and a portly gentleman had come to the door encased in dressing gown tied firmly in place under the nipples.

People had gathered around the vehicle to help the unfortunate driver, there was low sound of concern and persons asking if an ambulance had been summoned, when portly neighbour boomed out ” KETTLE’S ON!”

My flatmate looked at me and we came to the conclusion that there was little we could do to help as all available help was at hand and that the unfortunate victim would soon be imbibing our neighbour’s tea and ¬†would be cured of any injuries sustained in the accident, plus any diseases that he had before.

Let it pour!

The cure-all.
The cure-all.