Poulet station, who’ll come first the chicken or the egg?

Polling station

So we all go to the polls tomorrow and some will be voting close to a chicken dinner. I see that this restaurant in Highbury is encouraging customers to be creative with the truth, so who’ll be surprised if the politicians will be also? £22-00 for a chicken seems to be a bit on the steep side too!

I just hope that we come out of the process without too much gravy and won’t be overcome by emulsion like this van nearby.


The greasy pole…

The greasy pole...

It’s tough at the top, or so I’m told. At the start of my career ( yeright! ) I thought that I’d be climbing the greasy pole and looking for career advancement. I ended up drawing for a living, 30 years of that exclusively freelance, and then had a career change some 11 years ago. I became an executive! I wore a tie ( a friend suggested that this was probably around my waist to keep my trousers up ) and was called an account manager.

Who were they kidding, calling me that! I know it’s sales, but so be it. So selling print became my new metier,and I loved it and still do. This does not mean that I no longer draw as is obvious from my websites and this, but at least I was not relying on it to feed the family and pay all the bills.

So I’m multi tasking, and now that I’m of an age where people of my age spend their days meandering around garden centres, I spend just 3 days a week at work and the other days back here at the drawing board.

Where am I on the greasy pole? Well, rather like that dangling rope in the gymn at school, I’ve managed to avoid it.