Tuesday 4 September 2012

Done another drawing for my friends at The Davenport Collection


OOOOH! Done a drawing for a poster again for another lovely event by The Davenport Collection, full of music, beauty and fun! It's at the Camden Head on the 17th Sep, and i really think you should go to www.thedavenportcollection.co.uk to see all the lovlies that are playing please!

THANKSYEAHBYE!

Saturday 2 June 2012

A to Z of things i enjoy or things that irritate me.

C)
C is for Conkers. They are lovely. But what makes them extra lovely is that they suddenly appear and they are EVERYWHERE. One time i found one on the bus, and ever since i have decided that, when no one is looking, they scuttle about and have an adventure. Conkers pretend they are just having a sit about (trying to be a tree), but in the cover of darkness they definitely have combat training like they do in the army. 




Plus i love the fact that spiders are scared of conkers (and spiders are horrid).

Monday 28 May 2012

A to Z of things i enjoy or things that irritate me.

B)
B is for Brocoli. Raw, Steamed, Baked, Roasted, Fried, Frozen, Tepid, Warm. In a sandwich, in a stir fry, in a salad, on toast, as a side, as a main. In a bowl, on a plate, on the table, on the floor, on my head. It's smell, it's colour, it's shape, it's allure, it's availability, it's goodness, it's greatness, it's yumness, it's strength, it's beauty. 


BROCOLI IS A DREAMBOAT (and i will never ever share it).

Thursday 24 May 2012

A to Z of things i enjoy or things that irritate me.

A)
A is for Aftershave. Specifically when Men (and women, i don't discriminate) wear too much of it.  You're pottering down the road, or having a wonder about in the shops, or on a bus or a train or a ferry, and all of a sudden BOOOOOOOM. You are hit by a solid WALL of smell. I'm quite sure this smell was originally anticipated to be a lovely smell (somehow), but the problem is that people cake it on. It smashes into my face and attacks my brain and for the next five, ten, twenty minutes (days) all i can smell is an awful sense of desperation, arrogance and audacity. And sweat. 


Its. Grim.