A few years back I was made redundant and found myself unemployed. In between job interviews (oh, OK- watching property renovation telly progs) I would enter competitions online. It was an attempt to win food and not starve.
I won a pair of padded cycling shorts.
Now I have won something again- and this time it's much more palatable (part of the prize was a bottle of gin).
One of my cartoons has been chosen by The Spectator as the winning entry for their '2013 Michael Heath Award for Cartooning'.
Thankfully it's no longer bright daylight at nighttime.
Stupid Summer is on its way out! After my usual period of inactivity at this time of year I have just sent 21 cartoons out on their way to be judged by the all powerful cartoon editors. I'll let you know how they get on.
The Reading Festival ( 'the world's oldest popular music festival still in existence'...thank you Wikipedia) is this weekend- that always heralded Autumn for me- standing in a field in an industrial estate north of the town centre and getting your lugholes assaulted by bands such as 'Nosebleed Agony'- then you realise that its dark and freezing by the time the headliners show up.
I've no idea who is top of the bill this year.
If I was there I'd be at one of the catering concessions- banging on about "this isn't music- you can't even hear the words!"
Just back from another trip to Stockholm- stayed on a yacht/hotel built in the 1920's (was an 18th birthday present to Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton). It was all polished wood and brass, evocative of a bygone age. At breakfast I half expected Hercule Poirot to clamp a hand on my shoulder and accuse me of some kind of over elaborate murder- "J'accuse! You, with the buttered croissant and the laundry maid!"
The trip was fun- but I hate packing and double checking everything before I leave for the airport.
A cartoon of mine from Private Eye...this one has proved quite popular.
Thought i should post a cartoon for a change- as fun as Kitten Kong might be this blog is sposed to be about my scribblings after all- here's one drawn a few weeks ago- it is in the current Spectator magazine.
So, the longest day has been and gone- thankfully the nights will arrive earlier soon, and I will once more be able to think of cartoon ideas in the gloom.
Stupid summer and its staying light til late!
Not drawn much recently, but I do have stuff floating around.
This one is from The Spectator last week.
I dunno what all this 'surveillance state' fuss is about- just sit (or be forced to stand up if you are in the UK) in a train and you’ll end up being able to eavesdrop on VERY LOUDLY SPOKEN private phone conversations without computer trickery.
And, you know what- it's all dull dull dull:
"Yeah...it was like, amaaazing- Tamzin wuz sooo out of it- anyway- I had a big mac...eh? yeah from the one round the corner...nah, no chips…classic night out- it was proper mental isn’t it...look, babes, gotta go- the secretary general of the United Nations is trying to ring me- yeah, I know...it's been bonkers since I won that wotsitsface peace prize...laterrrrs!!"
"...you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then..."
I thought it might be interesting (we'll be the judge of that, Len) to compare and contrast a new cartoon against the 3 year old toon in the previous post. This one is in a recent Private Eye.
It probably looks a bit more slapdash- maybe less effort than the Enery 8th one? Man alive- I wish! Probably a day of ctrl z, edit undo, layer upon layer, cut delete copy paste, import, resize...aghh!!!! Hmm... this finally looks OK. I don't find it funny anymore. And that, anonymous cyber reader, is how you (OK- maybe it's just me) draw a cartoon on a computer.
Too busy to draw anything cos I've been loafing about in this amazing sunny weather that the UK has been basking in currently.
So, anyway- the new Star Trek film- wos that all about, then? Why didn't the goodies just use the same teleport thing that Sherlock used to get to that death star place- instead of relying on Starbug's ropey improbability drive??
Bah- I don't like this month- it seems I get stuck in a quagmire of no cartoon ideas. Only drawn 4 in about 3 weeks- and last year I only managed 4 in total for the whole of May, so obviously something ain't working (my imagination, it appears). Just as well I have the day job in the basement turning computers off and on again to pay for the Pot Noodles.
Anything appearing in print recently is likely to have been drawn a while back- such as this one- drawn in December last year, it appeared a couple of weeks ago in The Oldie.
I spent ages animating these characters on the computer- you'd never know it's all computer special effects, would you! I even made the background of the garden really scruffy and unkempt to give it a realistic feel.
Heh- So, a day after posting the goth cartoon, I found myself at an evening of goth cabaret. Was good fun. The finale of teh kids joining Voltaire on stage for a sing along of 'When You're Evil' was like watching a delightfully different version of 'Glee'.
This one came about after a news report that the police are to classify attacks on goths, emos and punks as hate crimes.
It's in the current issue of Private Eye.
(I'm still not sure what an emo is. Is it something like an Ewok? I dunno- it's all changed since my days of hanging about with my Snakebite n Black drinking- gladiator boots wearing- sleeping in graveyards chums in Maidenhead...)
Here you go- mixing up a bit of Old Testament with fashion-
from the latest Reader's Digest.
Heh- I shouldn't mock too much. Many years ago I wandered
about those biblical lands (first trip abroad?? maybe...) - Being clever n all that, I knew it was a
desert land, so obviously I should wear 'Desert Boots'.
A more clued up person would have realised that,
despite the name, Desert Boots bought from Freeman, Hardy and Willis in the local
shopping precinct might not be suitable for trudging through the Sinai.
Couldn't sell this one- I expect the joke was rubbish, so I've left the caption missing (it was quite harmless- stop putting your own mucky thoughts on to it!).
I was quite pleased with the drawing though- it's a bit of a departure from my usual style, so rather than letting it virtually rust on my PC hard drive I thought it should see a bit of cyber light on t'blog.
Kind of hard to describe- an immersive theatrical happening- sort of like those 'mess with your head' things Derren Brown does to impressionable types. All took place in the bowels of Somerset House- on the Strand, London. Have I ever mentioned I once studied art hist...(yes! Shut Up!)...oh, ok- back to the plot.
Well- there isn't really a plot- I think... i'm not sure- anyway, if you're close enough to go, and if they have tickets still, I’d recommend going.
Somerset House is a nice place to visit at any time actually.
Pah! When I was studying there that nice courtyard was a car park for the Inland Revenue workers who once inhabited the lovely old building.
Don't fret- some cartoons soon- had a couple of weeks off from drawing- had a bit of a blank spell, but the ideas trickling back again slowly.
Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend
Although I'm quite fortunate to have a few cartoons in print right now, I thought I'd mention a non seller.
This one is a personal favourite of mine- but when I thought it up I had my doubts it would ever sell.
I drew it anyway.
This will mean nothing to you if you weren't raised on 1970's British children's television.
Blimey- talk about restricting your market...
I was proved right- no one took it- despite a couple of editors saying they liked it.
Another one also told me he had no idea what it was about.
I won't explain it- maybe its better as an enigma.
I've never felt the urge to consume immediately whatever it is I'm buying in the supermarket- yet some people seem to find it impossible to wheel their trolley past a display of sausage rolls without grabbing one- unwrapping it and stuffing their fat jowly faces with the product- no wonder their offspring do the same thing with sugar laden chocolatey treats.
Of course, the middle and upper classes experience similar problems too, I expect...
Anyway- rant over. See this drawing- What do you think took longest to draw? I'll tell you- the yummy mummy's shoes- probably a day to get them right- I really need to learn to care a bit less-sigh.
Cartooning can be a bit demoralising at times. You spend ages creating these rib tickling works of genius- only to have them crumpled up and thrown back at you by the all powerful magazine editor- what’s the matter with these people!?! Don’t they realise I spend literally minutes stealing ideas, and hoping no one will notice! (oops- ignore that last bit).
But- there are some discerning folk out there, so you just need to keep trying.
This cartoon was drawn in 2010- it’s only recently found a home- courtesy of those lovely Saga people.