A) Get all excited by Albruno Rubbles and his high flying new york address. Immediately begin drawing girls in order to curry favour and cement a gaff to crash at in the big apples should they ever let you out of the institute.
B) Realise the error of your ways blundering into what will inevitably be some heavy heavy competition so far as capturing the human form in lines.
9) Sack previous efforts and hope no one noticed the lame arsed endevours you tried to pass off as artictricumen (which is a pretend word).
C) While no one is looking twist the initial weak pose and then use red to drape ‘interest’ all about the place. Sure no one will give a pip but the bright colours may just give you enough minutes to phone a joe baxi and get the feck out of dodge.
F) Continue with drapery upon realising the battery is low on your phone and taxis will save you not.
Tuesday) Abandon ship and take entire different direction. Up until now I doubt anyone was paying attention anyway… what we call the ‘honeymoon period’ of any drawing is often left to the folly of youth or the blind stagger of divorce/ second chance.
E) Yep, now we’re talking, start thinking of that firm thigh striding sauce bottle you picked up a some point in your life. Mmmmmmm I’ll never forget whatsername… allow three to five minutes for blurred memories and delusion of stallion like performance.
W) Indulge time honoured tradition of barely tinkering with the drawing whilst whistling a confident tune. ‘ Yeah sure it’s a new design’ this secures extra money depending on the look in your eyes and the wording on the invoice.
Hat) After being knocked back for confident whistling whilst barely tinkering, add hat. Who’s gonna notice right? Also note ‘gothic colour scheme’ it pays to keep up with what
the fashion unconscious alternative scene is up to in your local sewer.
13) foolishly travel down dead end street using sex clobber to grab attention. Not realising that they even sell cough medicine in modern times using lubed up cheer leaders
and sound tracks of filth.
13) Ok fair enough lesson learned. sex no longer sells. It merely reflects the attitudes of the bourgeoisie and their world killing attitudes to putting a price on everything from boobs to bird song. With this in mind revert to one of your own personal kinks, in this case tennis players. yes yes ok, tennis players in a scantily clad fashion. yeah alright and without a racket… yeah and a skirt, jeez! I just appreciate the contrast of white against tanned hide OK!
Yep) Suddenly notice that the drawing has bow giraffe legs. Try to continue by comparing sillouette to previous attempts…. look at clock… reach for beer (now empty).
Head for bed forlorn.
is new non sugar sugar actually better for you than actual sugar sugar? Is pepsi easier to arrange than coca cola? Was that programme 'thirty something' actually as shite as I remember it to be?
I drew these after seeing some pictures by my great show biz buddy {pauses for appplause and 'knowing' show business guffaws} and chief doodler of stretched 'just right' anatomy {Further applause, shouts of 'HURRAH' in capital lettuce}. Why not go take a peep at his blog? I have put his link there on the right... go on don't be afraid. {Exits stage left to tremendous silence and tomatoes}
F) Continue with drapery upon realising the battery is low on your phone and taxis will save you not.
Hat) After being knocked back for confident whistling whilst barely tinkering, add hat. Who’s gonna notice right? Also note ‘gothic colour scheme’ it pays to keep up with what
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I was holding out until it at least got a little bit average but alas it has taken a turn for the downwards. i could lie and say this is some pre-production work for an up coming project, and it is but you wouldn't believe that. We have both grown apart, we used to laugh all the time, now what with the kids, the over time and of course the galloping infedelity... i always used to think that infidelity was when your radio didn't work... and i don't know why. i know the kids from fame did a song called 'high fidelity' it went-
they say hard work and a will to win is all you need to succeed... two questions arise from such a statement. 1- Who are they? and 2- What the feck are they talking about? What about brute force and ignorance? Asbestos?! never did me any harm... powder rock... what?
When dealing with scenes that may or may not contain banks do try and include a detachable conk, eye lid or cake tin. It takes the 'real life' stress out of peoples peepers when viewing any bank related tom foolery. {SFX: Chortle, snort, cripple, swings, round about squeek}.
Whilst being here on the earth we should all try our Georgiest Best to make a happy and fine thing to see. In my case i am making a silly wee cartoon that needs millions of hours of hard graft just as animation usually does. So far this project has taken me 37 years (cat years they are too... 9 shillings in old money) and no sign of an end to it.
I don't do very well the, how you say? Carrotofyours, yes no not good so i happy that making the success of my pal ray. nice fellow, lock up yer door stops.
In my every day occupation as a big shot I am inundated with idiots and hawkers trying to push their latest brain fart on me. I am always gracious and talk with them for a few minutes before getting the security to teach them a lesson as they exit my solid gold building on Platinum nums lane here in Mayfair London cheap fags and spec savers. Above posted are some top notch ideas i myself have come up with as a beacon if you will for others less stupid than I to follow and one day own a fleet of brass prams themselves. Of course these are just ideas quickly jotted down but the fact that is was me who did the jotting makes them bankable with all the big studios.. in fact I printed some copies off on my solid uranium epson copier (with silk buttons) and exchange them for cash at every high street bank in Swaziland. I spent the money on cristal bottox at 12 million dollars a bottle which i poured on the floor like my hero 50 cent. It was quite a night.
