"Everybody, remember where we parked"

Nothing new in print this week.

Too busy to draw anything cos I've been loafing about in this amazing sunny weather that the UK has been basking in currently.

Yeah, right...

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??

The magic of cinema, eh!?

can't even think of a title

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.

 

 

Siriously

OK- enough of self regarding nonsense-this blog is meant to be about cartoons, I think...
Here's yet another one about stroppy kids- it's in the current Spectator magazine.

botulism, no doubt

It occurred to me the other day that I've never posted a pic of meself on this blog.

So, counter to popular demand- here I am!

 

 

A hot day for a change-  grilling some dodgy cheap supermarket meat on an equally cheap disposable BBQ.

Mmm...how good was it?

Well- all the cats that normally bother me in the garden steered well clear.

Wise critters, cats

Move over, Spielberg

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.

(Sound effects lifted from an old Springwatch)

Frock n Roll

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'.

Bless their little Priest Black cotton socks.

Subterranean wears the coolest camouflage

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...)