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A beautiful image for a beautiful day...

Dream

I had the weirdest dream last night - so weird that I drew it. It went something like this:

Caption competition......

I should have done the cripple as merely thinking, not speaking. Bother. I am an arse.

Any takers?

Thinking Positive.

I have an aneurysm in my brain. Apparently its been there since before I was born. How do they know that? I do not know. Makes no sense to me. Stan wrote about it here if you want to know more details.

I’ve decided not to worry about it – actually that’s not strictly true – I’ve decided to try and channel my worries and fears into my drawing.

The weird thing is that since I found out I’ve been dreaming like a crazy person – all kinds of strange strange things about my family and hospitals and nudity and strangest of all I dreamt I wrote a poem:

pie chart art
is from the heart
it’s sharp yet sweet
like lemon tart

I wrote it down in my dream and read it out like I didn’t understand it. I fucking don’t understand it, that’s why.

I also keep dreaming I’m in a wheelchair. Christ. I’d be an absolute cunt in a chair. I’d go fucking apeshit. With this in mind I drew a cartoon, Viz-style – I used to love Viz, back in the day when it was good. So anyway I drew this cartoon and I had a caption and I showed it to Stan and he said the caption was pants. So I got rid of the caption.

So now I’m going to make it a caption competition. I’ve just got to fiddle with it a bit first though. And then find some people to provide captions……

Meanwhile life goes on - I had a meeting today with a company who are making a documentary about Knights Templar and Cathars and other medieval claptrap which they want me to art direct. I think I’m going to do it. Why the fuck not eh? And against my better judgement I’ve agreed to let Stan move in with me fr a few months. We used to live together before and one day I had to punch him on the nose for eating all my oven chips. WITHOUT ASKING!

Fucker better be very careful this time round as I’m a lot less tolerant than I used to be.

Boris

I made a massive balls-up of a Routemaster and had to start this again. PIssed me off no end. I blame Boris...

Alternative Borises - pick and mix

Alternative Boris #3 - Boris Becker

I saw the other day that there’s a Facebook group called “For the love of God and all that is holy, do not vote for Boris Johnson”. I haven’t joined it because facebook groups are for big jerks BUT I do definitely agree with the sentiments.

This one’s a bit of a rushjob I’m afraid but really - anyone but Boris JOhnson...




So its today. So – Vote! Vote! Vote! Tora! Tora! Tora! But don’t vote – whatever you do – do not vote for Boris Johnson. Any of the three Borises outlined below would do a better job of London Mayor, even the two long-dead ones. Boris may come across like a loveable bumbling oaf but he’s a cunning evil fuck in reality. And within 12 months he will be cutting your pensions and devouring your young.

Vote for someone else. Anyone else.

PS. On second thoughts, don’t vote for the BNP candidate. Although it would be 1 less vote for Boris – which is definitely a good thing – it would also mean that you would go straight to hell.

PPS. Oh – job’s a good un!