Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Ah, well- Hopefully I'll have a creative kick up the backside, because I'm back listening to Stuart Maconie's Freak Zone, on BBC 6 Music (note to BBC bosses- ARE YOU MAD?! DON'T SHUT THIS STATION DOWN!)
Often the stuff I draw when listening to this ends up published- It must connect some humour synapses in the old noggin.
So - here's one of the gags- which is in the Reader's Digest (another fine institution at risk of closure-Hopefully the reports of many potential buyers will prove to be true and they'll keep going).
Yes- the hopeless sap of a customer is me. Friends of mine manage to build cars out of raw metal, yet I think it’s an achievement if I manage to change a lightbulb in a front indicator.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
One of the mags was a comedy magazine called 'The Truth'. It looks like it's from 1988.
"Haven't seen a force nine gale, have you?"
Another mag, Maxim, is still going strong, but no longer publishes gag cartoons.
Back in 1998 they found space for quite a few gags, and this one of mine was accepted by them.
(There’s a feature in the same issue about young sports persons worth keeping an eye on. Apparently some 13 year old kid called Lewis Hamilton was worth a punt on winning the F1 Drivers' Championship one day)
Looking at the dates of these things it seems that I'd give cartooning a go and then give up for 10 years- I gave it a go in 1988 and then stopped- 1998 another go and then stopped- and now more recently I gave it a go in 2008, but this time I somehow have managed to keep going. Time will tell...
Friday, 19 March 2010
The bespectacled sci fi author of the title would stroll along a Sri Lankan beach, introducing tales of the weird and unexplained- in the end the explanation being they were the made up ramblings of some barking mad wild eyed loon.
Subjects would include Crystal skulls, the Nazca lines, the Pyramids- usually the argument being that because modern man couldn't work out how primitives could construct such things, it must be aliens. Clots.
As Lister from Red Dwarf says to Rimmer-
"Your explanation for anything slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it? You lose your keys, it's aliens. A picture falls off the wall, it's aliens. That time we used up a whole bog roll in a day, you thought that was aliens as well."
Where am I going with this? Ah yes, the real mystery of adult life, and one that Mr C. Clarke never mentioned: the Wagon Wheel effect.
This gag is in the current issue of The Spectator
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Friday, 5 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Some mags still take cartoons on paper rather than by email, and I guess things can get stuck in filing cabinets. The cartoon in question was sent off as part of a batch to one of the UK mags (I shall keep them anonymous). Months passed and I heard nothing back from them- I like to know yes or no so I can send them on to the other mags- Eventually I heard 'no thanks'.
I'm used to rejection now, so I only lay sobbing in the dark for a mere 20 minutes or so. But, at least I knew they were free agents once more, so I sent them around to the other mags and eventually this one was chosen, and printed in the Spectator.
Last Friday I got home from work (a successful day of turning computers off and on) to find the original mag had finally returned the 'lost' gags and chosen the same one the Speccie took. Aggh!! The shame- people will think I’m trying to fob off second hand gags as new. What could happen is that both mags could complain they didn't have exclusivity and demand payment back- I can't afford that- I’d already spent it on a new pair of socks.
There wasn't any drama in the end- The first mag managed to pull the cartoon just hours before the presses rolled.
Note to magazine editors- c'mon guys, I have more than enough cartoons to share around- OK, so they might not be very good, but at least no one else wants them- they'll be exclusive to your publication.