Pickled walnuts

Let the festivities begin!

Milton H. Erickson

Feel a bit guilty about this one- which is in the current issue of 'The Spectator'.

I am in reality a bit of a fan of Derren Brown- this modern day combination of Catweazle and Paul Daniels- but, y' know- cartoons earn me extra dosh...

(the mag squished and distorted the image a bit to fit the column width- I guess I shouldn't complain- at least they printed it)

heart of darkness

Soft kitty

Warm kitty

Little ball of fur

Happy kitty

Sleepy kitty

Purr, purr, purr

life skills

I had to go on a training course at work once- about how to lift boxes.

To prevent injury the 'heavy' box was empty- our instructor made us lift it from point A to B- pretending it was weighed down with typical I.T. Support garbage- you know the sort of thing- old printers leaking ink- faulty desktop computer- pizza crusts, etc.

I got a certificate and everything!

Anyway- if only they taught the real skills you need in The Office.

them big white duck things

Here's a cartoon of mine from the current Spectator-

Rowley Birkin QC

Once upon a time I used to walk the earth- “you know, like Caine in Kung Fu- walk from place to place, meet people, get in adventures."

Ahh- fond memories of being tear gassed near Damascus Gate in Jerusalem- and a friendly local pressing half an onion in my face as a way of counteracting the effects.

 

Then there was that time- stumbling lost through the jungles of Goa at 3am after an illegal rave, and finding ourselves being followed by a pack of wild dogs (we don’t talk about that short cut).

 

Oh, and what about the bus I was riding that blew up in the middle of the Sinai desert? Complicated story- the then girlfriend’s father’s accountant’s Egyptian brother in law helped us out- he was an architect I recall-  he reckoned whoever did the pyramids was overrated.
Cairo!

 

I was young then.
Nowadays I don’t venture very far- unless it’s civilised (be seeing you again soon, Stockholm!)
Maybe I should see a bit more of my own country- I hardly ever leave the Thames Valley- I’ve heard that some parts up north can be quite picturesque…

 

 

Not a cat

What is it with those 'Golf Sale' signs you see in the Great British High Street?
I'm sure the sort of people who are into that particular game aren't short of a bob or two.
Odd...
Anyway- here's a cartoon in the current Spectator.