Sliding door moment: cow gum,dandruff and the Rooster years

I’d been in London for a while, 2 years perhaps, I’d got a job firstly at a smallish ad agency on Picadilly facing Green Park. It was a job I didn’t really understand and they gave me a tiny office next door to a large office where the Creative Director occupied his time. I was supposed to be his assistant. A sort of ‘Gofer’ , go for this or go for that. It was not a job I enjoyed very much but it put me in contact with other assistant art directors, in particular with a bloke from Pembrokeshire called … Continue reading Sliding door moment: cow gum,dandruff and the Rooster years

The Potter and Funny Business

Back in the early 80s I had an agent, their business was marketing and selling illustrators and cartoonists like myself to ad agencies and design companies. There were only 2 or 3 people in the business and they were good at what they did. Generating work for us and generally getting very good fees for us, the sort that we artists would never have the brass nerve to ask. We got on well. Times were good. Each Christmas we were tasked with thinking off something novel to give to out clients, apart from just a free lunch at a fancy … Continue reading The Potter and Funny Business

Night moves.

I was in the hospital and in a bed. After a day in the outpatients clinic having fluids of different sorts taken from me and a ‘tap’ inserted ( they call it a cannula) It’s so they can fill you with a anti biotics or other stuff on tap. I had a room to myself, from the seemingly crowded and chaotic A & E with all its wounded people, here I was in my own en suite room with a nurse popping in and making sure I was ok. I’d expected a ward with others. The steroids were still working … Continue reading Night moves.