coffee table

Much fun in Soho last Tuesday night at the launch of Private Eye's new book:

Met loads of great cartoonists- and there was a free bar- result!

Christmas is coming- It'll make the perfect gift, so go and buy a copy- there's loads of great work in there- five decades' worth in fact.

"Difficult to reach culvert"

Ah...the internet.

One of the greatest inventions of modern times?

Perhaps.

I suppose it's made videos of cats falling off things available to everyone.

And it is how you can read this rambling blog post.

But! How is it held together?

Digital bits of information speeding at the speed of light through glass fibre optics!

Hmmm... maybe- unless you're in the UK.

Here it's sticky tape and string.

My land line went bust two weeks ago, and only today have I seen evidence of someone trying to fix it- couple of blokes outside with a digger and a hammer.

This blog post (cartoon from current Spectator) has been sent by pigeon.

waffle

Sometimes I fret that my captions can be a bit long.

Sometimes it's the only way...

(From the current Private Eye magazine)

Richfield Avenue

Thankfully it's no longer bright daylight at nighttime.

Woop!

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!"

Food...mmm...yum!

Here's a cartoon!

not a cartoon

Here's a pic of me (almost)  and the Stockholm hotel boat-

Interiors..

No cartoons for the moment- I'm in one of my 'fed up with cartooning' phases. Since coming back from the Scandinavia I've been carving trees instead.

Mälardrottningen

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.

slave labour

a cartoon...i draw them every now n then y'know