Be nice, we are all we have

Look there, that's Rick Cortez the big shot LA fiddler wi' the spikey barnet


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see me, hear me, bore me

LOL... LMAO....ROTFLMAO...BBC....PCP....LSD...ITV....CFC...BWFC....blah blah

Ol' king cole was a merry old soak

nostalgia ball point pen paper the dreams of chillblanes

the main man glinesy inspired this... afte rJustin Coffe showed me the light (switch)






what do we want?
Better gravy!
When do we want it?
On a SUNDAY!!!!!!!!

Love is an open mine shaft

'hello' said the medical person applying a tourniquey... 'Are you alright?' she stammered. 'It's... it's just these tourniqueys are so hard to spell.' Her voice lead me away from the stupor i had been enjoying, the result of meeting some floor travelling in the opposite direction to me. It's pace quite surprising. My senses being thoroughly wrong footed as a consequence. 'i think there is a 't' on the end there, like 'tourniquet'.' The personal medic pondered this for a small minute (45 seconds, new directive from Brussels)
'Ah yes. I think you are right. How's that then?'
I winced a little wince... maybe it was a big wince... they are hard to measure at the best of times... which this wasn't. 'It feels better with the correct grammar.'
'That isn't grammer that's spelling.'
'Oh I beg your parsnip... how do you do? It's just you look so much like Grandma, she used to shave her head as well... you know, in the summer. She claimed it confounded the bees'

Graphic novelty

Writing graphic novels isn't easy these days... there are the many pages of 'nothing going on' to think of plus the correct amount of too much pretension, the waffle, the scenes were people walk through the snow, talking talking talking.... my own story concerns a woodland thing and some other characters that I haven't thought out.. they live in Toronto or something and go about their bland little adventures. I plan on having about 4000 pages with an intro of about 20 pages by some wanker you never heard of. The release date is somewhere towards the end of the mayan calender and it will be on 'Put a glass eye to sleep publishing'.... then again.... maybe I'll make a sandwich... or as we say round here, chilli home fry soup granade.

burnt umber.. polly piquant... take a number

Cecil is a fella, a fella who eats plates
He often gets through 30 while talking with his mates
The years have flown by and his teeth are gone
His poor arse now but tatters
But there's hardly any washing up... and surely that's what matters.

reverse caricature

I aint too hot at caricatures so decide to make them backwards. If the above picture looks like you send me twenty quid.

Lunar Lenny

We heard they was growing strawberries on the moon
So we sent up our uncle Lenny
It was a long way to go
and he searched high and low
but when he returned home he said 'they hadn't any'

tibetan mind tennis

he's the greatest space explorer in the whole exploring land
he's fought a tiger walking backwards and it bit off his pipe hand
the Guallan natives call him 'Capowee-way' in what he thinks is great effection
but it literally translates to 'I am off to pick some dates, could you point in their direction.'

Ah yes the memoriods come whizzling back in glorious technimole humps. It was the springe of sevumpteen sickly eleven. I had just graduated and with my finely etched wooden metal work and fierce berrating diploma in my pocket i limped off down the main drag of edinburgh which in those innocent times was called glasgow.... stay tuned for no further updates to this story beamed directly into your mobile phone and or other useless device that marketting men told you it would be impossible to live without.

Gimme some mo-busta rhymes

every body spread love

dragon man shed boy guy near the river dude

That stuff tastes real bad

Small Faces - Happydaystoytown

They're right you know

up the UHT!!!!

The coppers claim that they're in charge
then tell us villains are at large
we should surely dock their pay
when they let baddies get away.

not rob

I drew this picture of one of the talented fellows i have met since landing in Canada. Everyone agrees it looks nothing like him.

Tyrelessly working for you.....

In the land where rubber is but a pipe dream (a rubber pipe that is... not a rubber dream) Mmmmm rubber dreams... bouncy. they get rubber out of trees you know? I can't imagine the type of mind it would take to hide it in there in the first place.

gimme the moonlight and you my dear

found sketch from 48 years ago when I was in the hollywood navy... finished up with adobe gunslinger kit

Lift heavy things until you no longer can

I just did a thing there for a gym... this isn't it but I wish that it was. Doing the job certainly influenced me to smoke more and maybe up my baby cham habit.

(sing to the tune of 'Lonely hot summer red neck woman trailer shaking fried chicken attack)
Crystal clear lakes
still make mistakes
like me they are fingers and thumb
at just the glance at your bum...

Charabang

Best prices paid for copper piping and box spring mattresses.

sidepants invisible

I drew this and then wondered if anyone liked it. I thought 'ah yes that looks to be filled with fun' and lo and behold neither did anyone else... tis a tough world looking through the billets of fallen comrades.