Another doodle. This time I was out of ideas for a subject, and Laura immediately suggested the word “bookworm” for me to riff on.
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A bookworm has devoured an entire book-case-worth of books.
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I think this doodle creature was inspired by one of the characters in Karen’s show.
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Strange creature, bird-like but for the hair, eye-lashes and funnel-beak, sits on a branch in a bleak landscape.
Tea time!
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[Edwardian hippo dressed in cravat, monocle, top hat and tails drinks tea, with a cake ready to be eaten by the side]
I was playing with new toys today, especially my dip pen and ink. So here’s a cartoon for #inktober2018
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1. One impala.
2. Two impala.
3. Vlad the Impala.
2. Two impala.
3. Vlad the Impala.
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Hippopotamus in the veldt.
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
Or, in the original as we heard it in the garden: “twee twee twee t-t-t-t-teee twee twee trrrrrrrrrt”
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Bird in nest to bird carrying twig: "Idiot! I asked for a #12 twig. You've brought a #14!"
Just shouldn’t be allowed.
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Science officer (looking down microscope): !!
SO (to Inspector of Police): I asked the lab to run the crime scene samples. But they did the DNA analysis backwards...
IoP: ...AND?
SO: exactly!
SO (to Inspector of Police): I asked the lab to run the crime scene samples. But they did the DNA analysis backwards...
IoP: ...AND?
SO: exactly!
Why do they make me print my e-ticket? And charge me for the privilege too? What a waste of toner!
The style of this comic was inspired by the amazing Tom Gauld.
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Print out your e-ticket.
You can print the e-script too!
Print and cut out the e-characters and e-props.
Don't forget to print some e-popcorn.
You can print the e-script too!
Print and cut out the e-characters and e-props.
Don't forget to print some e-popcorn.
Here’s something I found coming out of my sketchbook last weekend, sitting quietly in Sylvie’s Café with a hot drink and a slice of cake. Not sure where it came from. Or where it’s going.