Entropy. Keeps your muesli mixed, usually.
Although the concert we attended on Sunday was in a garden shed, it did in fact provide a grand piano (true story).
I just so much wanted to draw a giraffe in a leopard outfit…
Does anyone ever spare a thought for Mozart’s housekeeper?
EDIT: I notice there has been some confusion over this awful pun. This link should help.
I doodled this in my notebook after a visit to the zoo. I know that laughing at ones own jokes is a crime against humanity, but laugh I did. Out loud. And maybe someone else on the planet will appreciate it too.
Speaking of “odd sense of humour”: I think Dan Long is a genius for drawing this comic.
I managed somehow to miss posting suitable felicitations for Laura’s birthday, but it turns out that we share an unbirthday today anyway. So here’s to us, and to anyone else celebrating their own (or a friend’s) unbirthday:
I haven’t posted for a while — I’m sorry to keep you waiting. We went on holiday to Avignon (France) and saw a large number of enormous residences, one of which inspired today’s comic. We sketched a lot when we were there, and I’ve made some collages of them here: http://tinyurl.com/avignonpics in case you happen to be interested.
Coming soon: a slightly longer-than-usual comic called “Avocado Man” … watch this space.
I recently realised that the entire purpose of the human race, from an evolutionary point of view, is to keep the batteries charged in our mobile devices.
BTW, now I am a published artist (well, doodler). Karen sang there on Wednesday, “I loves you Porgy” and “Love me or leave me” in Nina Simone style. She was fabulous, and I am so proud of her.
Yesterday we had lunch at the Ashmolean terrace restaurant with David Attenborough*. I can report that they did have the Wild Mushroom Risotto, and delicious it was too – as well it ought to be for the prices they charge.
*Sir David kindly sat at the opposite end of the restaurant to us, to protect our anonymity.
Nobody, I repeat, Nobody is to make any jokes at all, however slight, relating to the hippo-cratic oath.
This drawing was inspired by a trip to Whipsnade zoo. We saw the baby pygmy hippo, small (for a hippo) pink and wet, but this hippopotamus is of the “common” kind.
My sister’s a hypnotherapist, and so I’m giving the original to her. By the time you read this I’ll know whether she likes it or not, and we should know whether this post is a posthumous ‘potamus.
EDIT: Today I looked up “hippotherapy” on Wikipedia. And there really is such a thing.
well, it made sense to me. I sat in the James St. Tavern drawing this while Karen jammed away at the Jazz Kitchen session. She does a good line in Tom Waits.
(Hover text: Any Molesworth fans out there?)