drawings

Picture This, a Day in December...

...Or January, February, any month you like, really. That wasn't a very good title really, was it? Ok. Let's move on swiftly. Pretend it didn't happen.

Occasionally I think of myself as something of an artist. I don't know how much is implied by "something", but it doesn't really matter cos to be honest, I'm not really much of an artist. That's an odd thing to say, really - "I'm not much of an artist" - does it mean I'm just part of an artist? Like, just my nose? Or the third toe on my right foot? Or my ear? Actually, that would be worrying - did you know Vincent Van Gogh cut off part of one of his ears? I'm not doing that. No ta.

Anyway, if you've read this far in my wittering you're doing very well, and I just know you're going to be delighted to see there's more stuff to confuse, amuse and possibly bemuse you below.

This kept me entertained at least.It's quite old - did it when I was still at school (hence the green sludgy uniforms). I enjoyed making it though - and it took me the whole of 'Indie Anthems' (now there was a legendary programme) to do! You see, we lived in a strange world at school, inhabited by the Wench, the Ho and the Goblins. I'm sorry. I can't explain it. You'll just have to take my word for it - it was funny at the time.

Yes, ok. Nearly everyone I sat with in History at college was a geek.

No, this shit isn't taken from my own life. So what if my siblings are better looking and funnier and cleverer than me? Bah.