"I decided to have a little bit of 'work' done dear boy!" - extreme plastic surgery in action
Wednesday 14 April 2010
rooster man
"I decided to have a little bit of 'work' done dear boy!" - extreme plastic surgery in action
Saturday 10 April 2010
Guardian All Ears 10th April
...due to various 'articles getting lost' & bank holiday shenanigans this was drawn in record time...anyone got Norris McWhirter's* number?
(*this reference severely dates me - Wikipedia him if you must)
(Article by Michael Holden)
At a football match the team I follow scored a fourth goal and I
noticed the young man to my left seemed unusually affected by this. He
crumpled, as though he had been shot and the two older men with him
pointed at him and began chanting.
Men “Pay your rent, pay your rent, pay your rent…”
Man1 “I can’t stand it, I can’t cope with this…”
Man 2 “What odds did you get?”
Man 1 “150 to one”
Man 2 “And you put a tenner down?”
Man 1 “Yeah.”
Evidently he had made a correct score bet, which would net him £1500
quid if nothing else happened for the next 15 minutes. From the faces
he was pulling you might have thought he was giving birth. And fair
enough, it did add a new excitement to a game that had, in spite of
its score, been a pretty hum drum affair. I looked at the clock and
spoke to him.
Me “That’s 100 quid a minute.”
Man 1 “Fuck off, your making it worse.”
Me “Sorry.”
Man 2 (Leaning across to me) “He hasn’t paid his rent in two months,
so it’s going on that.”
Man 1 “I’ll spend it how I like.”
Man 2 “You ain’t even got it!”
Man 1 (wriggling about, refusing to look at the game) “I can’t cope,
I’m gonna have a breakdown.”
Man 2 “Don’t think about it.”
Man 1 (watching through his fingers as the opposition closed in on
goal) “You bastards, you fuck this up and I will fucking come down
there…”
They scored. I couldn’t look at him, but he made a kind of wild
whimpering sound.
Man 1 “1500 quid!”
Man 2 (sagely) “Money you never had.”
Saturday 3 April 2010
Guardian All Ears 3rd April
I always used to love walking round Fresh & Wild dodging the 'status baby buggies' & surreptitiously planting boxes of mechanically retrieved chicken shapes on the shelves
(thanks to everyone for their suggestions for faddy overpriced super foods this week too - I love you all x)
See the original article here...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/apr/03/michael-holden-all-ears-organic#
(Article by Michael Holden)
I tend to steer clear of the organic grocer. Not for reasons of taste or judgment, but of finance. Sometimes, though, it's the only place open that has what I need. So I wound up in the holistic and meditative mood space that passes for a queue, watching a woman pass parcels of unfeasible origin and expense to a cashier whose demeanour hovered between complete spiritual enlightenment and imminent rectal prolapse.
Cashier (holding up one of her boxes) "This stuff is amazing."
Woman "I'm kind of having a detox."
Cashier (nodding sagely) "Well, that should do the trick."
Woman "I'm not into fasting, you know?"
Cashier (noticing the woman's hand – which was tattooed with various forms of writing) "That's such a beautiful script."
Woman (thrilled) "You know it?"
Cashier "Uh-huh. I mean, I'm very impressed by all that culture – the whole mindset. I read as much as I can. I hope to go over there and study."
Woman (pointing out more writing on her arm) "Each moment decays as soon as it's born."
Cashier "That's one of the core beliefs, for me."
Woman "I love it – it's just so true."
All the more reason to get a move on, you might think. But this went on for some time, until I was charged £7 for five onions, a small bag of wheat and some pine nuts (never let it be said that I don't know how to have a good time). When I got home and began cooking, the onions turned out to be in a state of decay that paralleled our own, which cheered me up no end. I would have gone back and complained, but the moment was already collapsing.
Friday 2 April 2010
today's creatures...
These critturs were from a book I illustrated a while back - I just saw them again & liked 'em - that's all - over & out!
Thursday 1 April 2010
Saturday 27 March 2010
Guardian All Ears 27th March
What sort of man has a name like 'Bear' for god's sake? Read on for clarity...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/mar/27/michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
I like it when I know what people are talking about and was thus elated and frustrated in equal measure when the conversation at the next table in the pub moved from familiar to puzzling terrain.
Woman “Bear Grylls is a dick.”
Man 1 “Bruce Parry’s the one.”
Woman “Bear Grylls kills spiders. Spiders that he’s already upset.”
Man 1 “He’s no Ray Mears, that’s for sure.”
Man 2 “He pissed in his turban.”
Man 1 “Who?”
Man 2 “Bear Grylls.”
Man 1 (as confused as I was by this revelation) “Pissed in who’s turban?”
Man 2 “He pissed in his own turban.”
Man 1 (as though that made sense) “Oh, okay.”
I went outside to consider where, if anywhere, the truth might lie in this allegation, only to find two men smoking in the midst of an equally odd dialogue.
Smoker 1 “Your days as a narcissist are numbered.”
Smoker 2 “There’s a puritan backlash”
Smoker 2 “Definitely. And it’s only going to get worse.”
Back inside the backlash had already begun.
Woman “I don’t see how he can get away with it-pissing in a turban.”
Man 1 (hoping he would be saying this for the last time) “IT WAS HIS OWN TURBAN!”
Woman (after a considered delay) “That doesn’t make it alright.”
Saturday 20 March 2010
Guardian All Ears 20th March
(Article by Michael Holden)
The baggage carousel was once the final circle of holiday hell, a last chance to consort with you fellow travellers before normality resumed and all the strange vacation liaisons faded. Nowadays, people who meet on holiday have the option to haunt one another across the Internet for the rest of time. Good luck to them. The carousel though, especially an empty one that isn’t rotating, remains an arena for strange conversation. While a plane load of people muttered and found ways to blame New Labour for their lack of luggage, two men in their sixties recalled the previous night’s entertainment.
Man 1 “Some of the dancing was quite impressive.”
Man 2 (setting him up) “Yeah, but you’ve seen one whirling dervish…”
Man 1 (accepting gladly) “You’ve seen them all!”
Man 2 “That said, the second was much better than the first. He got up to full speed right away. There was no build up. Impressive rate of rotation-relative to the others.”
Man 1 “That belly dancer…”
Man 2 (lapsing into a florid-end of the pier-grin) “Big girl!”
Man 1 “Did you stay for the singer?”
Man 2 “No-she cleared most of the room-including me. At six pounds for a gin and tonic I need more incentive than that.”
Man 1 (poking at the bags that had started dribbling onto the carousel)“It wasn’t like she couldn’t sing.”
Man 2 (channelling the spirit of Cowell) “Quite. It was the wrong choice of song. Why come out with a soppy ballad? Better to have gone up tempo.”
Man 1 “Quite.”
Man 2 “That’s my bag!”
Man 1 (forlorn) “Good for you.”
Man 2 “I’ve got another one.”
Man (visibly cheered) “Oh, okay.”
Friday 19 March 2010
Thursday 18 March 2010
Tuesday 16 March 2010
Cyber-fail
I always had a soft spot for old style Cybermen - all tinfoil, cardboard & silver wellies but STILL masters of the universe!
Boy Zero inside illustration
A sneak preview of some of the inside illustrations from new children's book 'Boy Zero Wannabe Hero - Mystery of the Plummeting Pants'(!) published by Faber
you can pre-order it here
http://www.faber.co.uk/work/boy-zero-wannabe-hero/9780571252473/
Monday 15 March 2010
Boy Zero Wannabe Hero
The dreaded General Pandemonium - super villain from a new book 'Boy Zero - Wannabe Hero' which I illustrated the cover & insides for - you can pre order it at the Faber website
http://www.faber.co.uk/work/boy-zero-wannabe-hero/9780571252473/
Saturday 13 March 2010
Guardian All Ears 13th March
If only tube elocution was was more like this...
...although there's a brilliant announcement at Bank station where THE emphasis is HILARIOUSLY wrong - a bit like those commercials for furniture stores sales where the shop owner has foolishly decided to do it himself rather than pay a proper actor.
Anyone of a certain age from the south east ITV region (always brilliantly shonky & amateurish whether it was TVS, Meridian or whatever) might remember the late night adverts for Folkestone Sunday market where a still photograph with some letraset was over laid with the classic slogan 'bring large bags...& little money, to Folkestone Sunday Market'- they don't make 'em like that any...you get the idea!
Ahem! Article follows...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/mar/13/michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
On a stationary plane the pilot made an announcement explaining that the aircraft must be de-iced prior to take off-hence our delay. He spoke clearly and with authority, this, combined with the implicit reminder that supersonic travel in freezing weather isn't something to be taken for granted quelled the collective sense of displeasure that had been spreading through the cabin. The couple next to me seemed impressed and reassured.
Woman: "They must go to college."
Man: "Who?"
Woman: "The Pilots."
Man: "Eh?"
Woman: "They must get training. In how to talk to people like that. So clearly."
Man: "I used to do that. Make announcements."
Woman: "When?"
Man: "I did work experience on the Victoria line."
Woman: "And they let you make the announcements?"
Man: "I think maybe they did it just to keep us busy."
Woman: "What sort of things did you have to say?"
Man: "Ladies and gentlemen, due to a person under a train at Caledonian Roadthere is no southbound service on the Picadilly line."
Woman: "And you used that voice?"
Man: "No, I used a nicer one. A sort of posh woman's voice."
Woman: (frowning, incredulous) "Let's hear it then…"
Man: (He gave her a look and then used a measured but nonetheless ridiculous tone, like a professional sportsman reduced to playing a pantomime dame, but determined to make a go of it) "Due to a person under a train there is no…"
Woman "Eugh, that's enough."
Man: "It sounds better over the PA.It comes out clearer."
Woman: "I'm glad you never got the job."
Man: "I never wanted it."
She scowled and turned back to her thick book of puzzles, as though they might prove more soluble somehow than the real world, and the man with whom she was about to go on holiday. .
Wednesday 10 March 2010
Tuesday 9 March 2010
Monday 8 March 2010
Saturday 6 March 2010
Guardian - All Ears 6th March
Flying V's, neo Weller haircuts & a little peak at the Gallagher rhyming dictionary
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/mar/06/michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
I walked into a pub the other day, where two grown men were arguing at the bar about which one of them might – in theory – have been the better musician, and loitered on the edge of their spat, feeling calm by comparison, as their antagonism flowed.
Man 1 (exasperated) "You've never even heard us play."
Man 2 (malign, mischievous) "But I know you're shite."
Man 1 "How would you know?"
Man 2 "I just know. I can see you in your room now, writing all fucking lyrics and whatnot."
Man1 "What do you know about my lyrics?"
Man 2 "I know they'll be shite."
Man 1 "You talk about it like you know, but what do you do? Sit in your room and play guitar to no one. You've never even been in a band."
Man 2 "Tell us some of your lyrics."
Man1 "Who's your favourite guitarist?"
Man 2 "Whose yours?"
Man 1 "Jeff Beck. You're not gonna tell me Jeff Beck can't play guitar?"
Man 2 (doing sarcastic air guitar motions) "Jeff Beck, man? Did you never see him with that Celtic clasp round his arm? He's lost the plot."
Man 1 "You can't say he can't play because of some … jewellery!"
Man 2 "Tell us some of your lyrics."
Man 1 "I might write a song about you, you twat."
Man 2 "It'd be the best thing you've ever done."
Man 1 "Behave yourself now. People are looking."
Man 2 "Fuck 'em. Tell us some lyrics."
Man 1 "No."
Thursday 4 March 2010
Monday 1 March 2010
Duck-y
Just remembered this rather duck-y illustration I did for the Art Book cover competition (rejected, but I quite like the ducks so I thought I'd share it)
I've not had a very good run on winning competitions of any form - I won an 'Anti Religious' cartooning competition under 18s section when I was 12, (prize - £20 book token) a short story competition when I was 13 (prize - paperback copy of '1984') & I got my picture into the 1983 Judge Dredd annual (prize £10) but it's all been a bit barren since then - maybe peaked too early?
Saturday 27 February 2010
Guardian All Ears
Creepy Shining twins survey the traffic flora & fauna...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/feb/27/michael-holdens-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
Three kids-two girls of around five and boy who might have been seven-were sat on the front upstairs seats of a bus. The girls were sitting together and the boy was next to a man with headphones on, who looked too young and disinterested to be their father, and he wasn’t. When their dad did finally tell them to be quiet he did so from the comparative sonic safety of a seat several rows behind them. Those of us sat in between though were subject to full force of his children’s shrill enquiries.
Girl 1 (loudly) “How does hair grow?”
Boy (with complete confidence)“Hair is like magic.”
Girl 1 “How do people grow?”
Boy “People grow at night. If you go to bed early you will grow tall.”
Girl 2 “How do buses grow?”
Boy “Buses are just like buses. They don’t’ grow.”
Girls (in unison, having sensed an opportunity) “How do traffic
lights grow?”
Boy (playing into their hands) “Traffic lights don’t grow.”
Girls (gaining momentum now, and growing sinister-like the twins in
The Shining) “How do taxis grow?”
Boy (banging his head on the seat with each syllable, frustrated with the game which he had partly created) “Taxis-don’t-grow!
Girl 1 “How do people die?”
Girl 2 (straight afterwards) “Why do people have red hair?”
Father (as though having his children unlock two of the great mysteries of existence before a captive audience might be more than the universe could bear.) “That’s enough kids. Shut up now.” •
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Monday 22 February 2010
Imaginary medical conditions #2
This sketch got incorporated into the illustration for The Economist in the previous post (Economical tigers - http://stevemaystuff.blogspot.com/2010/02/economical-tigers.html) but is actually illustrating the debilitating effects of 'Brigadier's Syndrome' on a child -
symptoms include -
excessive bellowing, theatrical growth of facial hair, and an alarming affinity for gin & guns.
(Soft toys are liable to be shot, stuffed & mounted.)
(You have been warned!)
Economical tigers
Recent commission for The Economist magazine on the subject of heat re-cycling
- you might have noticed I became slightly more excited about the prospect of drawing tigers which the nice folk at the magazine seemed happy to indulge me with, bless 'em!
Hurray for tigers!
Guardian All Ears 20th February
Decided to run with the dissonance & 'hieroglyphic exclamations' in the text (with a little added dairy product of course)
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/feb/20/all-ears-the-guide
(Article by Michael Holden)
On busy trains conversations rise like dissonant music from all
angles, leaving you to bear befuddled and silent witness to the
results. Departing Manchester recently I was regaled by the almost
hieroglyphic exclamations of a Welsh woman in the seat behind me,
themselves punctuated by outbursts from a businessman and his clearly
long-suffering PA to my left-referred to here for reasons of clarity
as Alan and Lynne.
Woman (on the phone) “Did he tick all the boxes?”
Alan: (jabbing at a chart) “He’s lost focus”
Woman “You’re kidding?”
Alan: “He needs to get focused again”
Woman: “You’re (+I)kidding(-I)!”
Lynne: “Here’s the schedule for next month.”
Woman: “I got rid of all my yoghurts”
Alan: “Salesmen will always benefit from focus.”
Woman “Remember he’s on holidays…the slim guy with the glasses and the
army jacket and the long hair…well he told me he was on holiday…you
said it was super. You couldn’t see? Well that’s gutting that
is…that’ll be your last scan now, unless you pay for another…they’re
coming down are they?”
Lynne (nervously watching Alan read something) “It all adds up.”
Alan (dismissive) “There’s no point doing the math.”
Woman: “You’re breaking up. I’m going to a meeting but I feel so
un-meetinglike.”
Alan: (waving the paper angrily) “I can’t read this, cut to the chase!
Where are the bombs in this agenda, where are the bombs, the IEDs?”
Lynne (stifling a scream but still loudly, while snatching back the
documents) “IT’S JUST A LIST OF IDEAS.”
That shut him up, for a while.
Thursday 18 February 2010
The Economist - heat re-cycling
One of a couple of illustrations commissioned for The Economist magazine - complete with virtual rubber duck
Saturday 13 February 2010
Guardian All Ears 13th February
Spot the references...I couldn't resist the pool playing dogs (which don't show up at all in my copy of the paper - ho hum)
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/feb/13/all-ears-the-guide
(Article by Michael Holden)
The world is full of strange cycles. Go into a pub to use the toilet,
buy a pint for the sake of protocol and pretty soon you’re back in the
toilet again. I was in one of these loops when I saw that the pub
itself was fixed in a weird judgemental cycle of its own. Two people
were looking at a laptop and pointing out things they didn’t approve
of on the Internet, themselves watched by two workmen who clearly had
no time for them, while next to me two more men talked disapprovingly
about popular art as I listened disapprovingly to them.
Man 1: “Did you see that documentary on the BBC the other night? It
was about that guy, Kit Williams, he did like photo-realism, it was
very popular in the 80’s –horrible pictures-he made a gold rabbit?”
Man 2 (decisively-and in no way confused by the fact that the
aforementioned artist’s most famous work was actually a hare) “No”
Man 1 (pleading) “You must remember the rabbit? Everyone was looking for it.”
Man 2 “I don’t recall. There was another thing though, something to do
with following letters of the alphabet. If you figured out the
sequence you got twenty grand or something. It wasn’t long ago.”
Man 1 “This was the 80’s. He was on Wogan.”
Man 2 “I don’t know him.”
Man 1 “It was a good documentary. But the thing with that stuff is
it’s all about the craft, ‘oh, it really looks like him.’ As if that’s
the most important thing!”
Man 2 “Like that Jack Vettriano. He knows what people who don’t like
art like. They like story.”
Man 1 (looking blankly afraid, as though suddenly alert to all his own
frustrations) “He makes millions.”
Man 2 (looking the same) “Yeah.”
Thursday 11 February 2010
Imaginary medical conditions #1
A man afflicted with an inability to make noise is assisted by a helpful passing Foley artist to gain entry to his house.
The man is generally upset by his condition but is very popular with geese (see also - 'goose' & 'saying boo to')
Saturday 6 February 2010
Guardian All Ears 6th February
Despite all labelling to the contrary I did draw this ...it's better than 'insert artist name here' which I've been referred to by before...someone shoot the sub editor!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/feb/06/michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
Listening to people who seem to have been parachuted into one another's company – yet appear to get along perfectly well – a very modern form of cynicism kicks in, at least for me. Like watching the opening scenes of Big Brother, part of me is always thinking, "This won't last. They will soon hate each other." So it was with two young men sitting at near me in a bar, exchanging stories of themselves for reasons that were never clear.
Man 1 "Your job sounds pretty relaxed."
Man 2 (as though what followed were something to be proud of) "Oh yeah, I watch a lot of stuff on YouTube, keep up with the latest viral ads. Sometimes I help out with a pitch. You're based in the Far East?"
Man 1 "Malaysia."
Man 2 "How's that?"
Man 1 "It's like the opposite of here. It's hot, the food's great …"
Man 2 "So what is it you do?"
Man 1 "Bit of everything. I'm part-training, part-headhunting with a bit of systems shit thrown in. My boss is opening a restaurant; I said I'll have some of that. So I'm a partner there too."
Man 2 (losing interest) "Pretty diverse, then?"
Man 1 "Oh yeah. I rip through the local legal shit, I make things happen. On a project-by-project basis. You need something done, we can take it all the way."
Man 2 "You speak the language?"
Man 1 (rubbing his fingertips together to illustrate his point) "Money talks. But that's not to say you don't have to get your hands dirty, get hands-on. You get off the path and it gets tribal. I've been to weddings barefoot. Drunk blood. Whatever it takes."
Man 2 "So what would you call it then?"
Man 1 "Systems analysis"
Man 2 "Right."
Monday 1 February 2010
Armchair Sinister Bird Theatre...(slight return)
Part 2 of a fictitious TV strand from my (pretend) youth
see also http://stevemaystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/armchair-sinister-bird-theatre.html
whore's, dog's & sausage's
The 'whore's' quote was from an image at the Museum of Everything in Chalk Farm, the sausage references are too complicated to explain, although I definitely wish animals would stick to their alloted food clichés - dogs = sausages, bears = honey, elephants = buns etc. Would make everything sooo much simpler for everyone
(PS the misused apostrophes are deliberate dummy!)
Saturday 30 January 2010
Guardian All Ears 30th January
Coming from a home town where street drinking is somewhat of an ancient tradition I rather warmed to this week's column...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/jan/30/clubs-michael-holden-all-ears
(Article by Michael Holden)
No matter what our circumstances, we are always alert to the notion that someone might be encroaching on them. I was in the library, sharing a table with two men who use the place to keep warm, when they began talking about a group of eastern European men whose attempts to use the facility for similar purposes had begun to cause friction with the indigenous community of no fixed abode.
Man 1 (looking across at the other table) "They're drinking again."
Man 2 (following his gaze but less intently) "Oh, aye."
Man 1 "They're gonna get us all kicked out."
Man 2 "You reckon?"
Man 1 "They don't take care of themselves. I see 'em on the streets; they'll drink till one of them falls over. Then they have to go to hospital. Then the others'll come and visit. You know what happens then?"
Man 2 "What?"
Man 1 "That stuff they have on the wards, the MRSA handwash? They nick that and drink it."
Man 2 "That'll fuck you up."
Man 1 "Cranial bleeding, haemorrhage. That said, it's not too different from your white cider; that's never been near an apple, you know that?"
Man 2 (sensing he was being chastised) "Yeah, I am aware of all that."
Man 1 "So that's the cycle: hospital, handwash, back into hospital again. And who do you think's paying for it?"
Man 2 (smiling) "When did you last pay any taxes?"
Man 1 (ignoring that inquiry and returning to his theme) "They're gonna get us all kicked out if they're not careful."
Saturday 23 January 2010
Guardian All Ears 23rd January
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/jan/23/michael-holdens-all-ears#
(article by Michael Holden)
Struggling for ways to kill time in cold weather, I went to the pictures in the middle of the day, alone. Judging by the composition of the crowd this was a reasonably popular option – there were about a dozen people there, mostly alone, but there was a pair of blokes in front of me who spoke loudly to one another during the time between when the film was advertised to start and when it actually began.
Man 1 (With a mixture of pride and disbelief) "I hadn't been to the supermarket in over a year."
Man 2 (admiringly) "What, she goes? "
Man 1 "Yeah, she goes and I pay for it."
Man 2 "Fair enough."
Man 1 "Yeah, but I felt a bit guilty. I mean, it's not hard. I actually quite like supermarkets, if they're not too busy. So I said I'd go with her, which turned out to be a mistake."
Man 2 "How so?"
Man 1 "Well I went in quite optimistic thinking, here I am, taking part in something – doing my bit and all the rest of it. But it all went sour when I started bringing stuff to the trolley."
Man 2 (anxious) "Like what, what do you mean?"
Man 1 "Oh, it's all the wrong mushrooms and 'get the ones that are on offer'. I like to roam free in these places, but she has a whole system of how you go about it. You start roaming, going off the map and the whole thing breaks down. There's no scope for innovation. It's a proper regime."
Man 2 "So what happened?"
Man 1 "Well I shut up, didn't I?"
Man 2 "You going back?"
Man 1 "No, we had it right the first time. You're better off alone."
Friday 22 January 2010
Wednesday 20 January 2010
Tuesday 19 January 2010
I said, no tongues!
it's soooo much easier to draw nonsense in your sketchbook when you're supposed to be doing something else!
Saturday 16 January 2010
Guardian All Ears 16th January
Wondering if there's a phrase for 'middle class fear of builders'? - thought I'd just stoke up the prejudice a little bit more for good measure...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/jan/16/all-ears-the-guide
(Article by Michael Holden)
As a perennial drinker I notice people who come only into the pub in
cold weather. They look around as though the dynamics of buying booze
might have changed since they last endorsed such a venue, relax when
everything appears to be the same, and then pull justifiably shocked
faces when confronted with the price. In groups, they talk about the
weather, wondering out loud if we talk about it too much.
Occasionally, a dialogue breaks out from the droning as it did with
two men who sat as close as possible to the fire, which, despite its
glow, gives out no warmth.
Man 1 I’ve still no windows
Man 2 So what have you got?
Man 1 Just boards.
Man 2 How’s that then?
Man 1 Cold.
Man 2 But you live there ok?
Man 1 I stay in the attic
Man 2 How are the builders?
Man 1 Unbelievably thick. It reminded me why I gave up doing all that
for a living. You tell ‘em they’re doing something wrong and they just
sort of tilt their head to one side and look at you. Like when you’ve
told off a dog.
Man 1 That must drive you mad.
Man 2 I don’t let it mostly. I hide up in the attic, then come
downstairs and have a go at them.
Man 1 Like a cross between Anne Frank and Basil Fawltey!
Man 2 It’s no joke.
Man 1. No. I guess not.
Thursday 14 January 2010
Wednesday 13 January 2010
procrastination dachshunds...
amazing how easy it is to draw what you're not supposed to be drawing...
Saturday 9 January 2010
Guardian All Ears 9th January
When I sent this in to the newspaper I'd accidentally added an extra asterisk to the word 'wanker' sprayed on the car, which was noticed and duly corrected - rather ironic for the Grauniad I thought...
world's going down the pan if vandals can't spell & punctuate if you ask me!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/jan/09/all-ears-michael-holden-the-guide
(Article by Michael Holden)
I was on a train, sat in front of a group of men who spent most of the
journey talking about cars. As this is a subject about which I know
little I didn’t pay too much attention but I couldn’t help but tune in
when one of them made an unusual comparison.
Man 1 (dismayed) “The whole car smelled like trees.”
Man 2 (sombre-as though he had suffered the same nightmare at some
point) “Really…”
Man 1 “Aye, someone had smashed the rear window and the damp had
gotten in. It smelled like my Audi.”
Man 2 “The one you got off your cousin?”
Man 1 (with bitterness) “Yeah, that one.”
Man 2 “How is he?”
Man 1 “Doing well for him self. You have to watch him with money
though. That Audi wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. And he’s pulled
some sort of stunt with his mortgage, God knows how, but he’s ended up
with a four-bedroom place.”
Man 2 “Whereabouts?”
Man 1 “Just around the corner from where he was. It’s still dodgy
though. For all his rooms he’s no garage. Someone had the wheels off
his car, they had the radio.”
Man 2 “What did he do?”
Man 1 “Set it on fire for the insurance. He’s got the new one now.”
Man 2 “What’s it like?”
Pretty smart, but it’s got to him though, the money. I went round to
look at the car and when I got to the house he asked me to take my
shoes off.”
Silence followed, heavy with judgment, as though such protocols were
sub human, and best not dignified with more discussion.
Tuesday 5 January 2010
words&words&words&words&...
There was a girl on my train this morning who spoke very loudly with no discernible spaces between her words - this is highly unpleasant @ 7.30 in the morning I discovered - it's lucky I'm an illustrator rather than a murderer by trade...
Monday 4 January 2010
Skeleton-shirt
I don't know about wearing purple when I'm old but I'd definitely sport a skeleton rib cage shirt like this guy in the Blue Posts in Soho the other night
Sunday 3 January 2010
Guardian All Ears 2nd January
Back on it after a brief hiatus over Christmas (while the Guide wrote lists & the words 'David Tennant' an awful lot of times)
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/series/michaelholdensallears
(article by Michael Holden)
I've written before about the Chinese takeaway that has its own microclimate. Suffice to say that at this time of year things are so cold there that to see two other people inside, smiling – and showing no visible signs of hypothermia – seemed reassuring. Perhaps they've finally warmed the place up, I thought, as I opened the door. But as the familiar blend of sub-zero air and the sound and scent of boiling oil embraced me I could see the other customers: a couple in their 60s were drunk and in a warm relationship and couldn't care less about the weather.
Woman (holding man for support) "Where's the food?"
Man (looking down at her affectionately) "Won't be long."
Woman "What we ordered?"
Man "Plenty of everything."
Woman "Are we having prawns?"
Man "No."
Woman (distraught) "Why!"
Man "You never asked for none."
Woman (lurching toward the counter) "I gotta get some!"
Man (firmly but not angrily) "You'll slow everything down!"
Woman (to the owner) "Give us some of them prawns."
Owner "What prawns?"
Woman "Where's the menu?"
Man (sensing the futility of this) "Just give us some chilli salt prawns, would you?"
Woman "That's them!"
Owner "Your food is ready."
Man "Yeah well, we'll wait for the prawns." The woman looked at him as though he was heading into the sea to catch them himself, and he looked back as though he would gladly undertake such an errand, should she require it.
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