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He ain’t grate on the spelling…

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…but ask him how to fix a door knob and he’s your man. I’m a big fan of YouTube short videos on how to fix stuff, and there’s always stuff to fix. Imagine this blog spoken in the same style as Tom Hanks’s in Forest Gump, and you might see the bigger picture. Speaking of pictures, he can fix them too. How to hang them, that is. In fact, he can fix most things around the house. He’s a guy from ‘Down the Deep South somewhere about’, who tells folks how to fix stuff. He’s not a natural performer, but … Continue reading He ain’t grate on the spelling…

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

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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

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The Potter and Funny Business

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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

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Night moves.

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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.