Reading/Washington Heights

It only seems like yesterday when I was jumping around in ‘indie’ disco clubs- long hair flailing to the beat of Pop Will Eat Itself.

Nowadays it’s all about the comfy armchair.

(Ahh- that’s a nice cup of tea…)

Here's a toon from the current Spectator magazine-

paradise lost

I had a complaint recently about my cartoons- from a friend.

He reckons the women I draw are too skinny.

It’s not my fault- they have to be squeezed into the tiny spaces the magazines allocate for cartoons. My artistic hand is forced by layout restrictions…

Anyway-here’s a colorized version of a B&W cartoon in the latest Private Eye magazine. (Yeah- you might have a point, I spose)

My Bloody Valentine

 

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