Work in progress. I've got a bit stuck in the comic I'm drawing with this
character. Her name is Senga the Jungle Girl. I'm 12 pages in, a few good jokes and no plot as yet - so to avoid dealing with my total lack of plotting ability I'm
taking time out to draw a pin-up of her with copious armpit hair. Not
sure why I'm giving her such luxuriant pits, but I was planning on having her have riotous underarm fuzz
that would blow in the wind from the start - but Holly made
me take it out on the grounds that it's "too weird".
Scottish girl living with an Amazon tribe of white girls battling Nazis
deep in the African jungle is okay but armpit hair is "weird"? I don't
understand kids. Mind you, they don't understand me so I guess we're
(Though I do have some sympathy for their position.)
Here's another thing I've just discovered that have been screwed up by mobile phones.
In years past when people showed you their holiday snaps at least you could see the buggers.
"Here's us on the sea front at Frinton... and here's another one of us on the beach at Frinton. oh and here's a picture of that man walking his dog. Remember, Gladys? and here's another one of us at Frinton....
Whether the pictures were on small glossy prints, handed to you one by one to be passed around, or on slides, projected onto the wall with the lightest, least garish wallpaper - at least you could see the buggers. They might have been the dullest least interesting thing in all God's creation but at least you could see them
"Oh, this one's upside down... I'll just have to... help yourself to some more Twigletes..."
Last weekend Merriol and the girls spent two day travelling by train to go to The Harry Potter TM Making of Harry Potter TM World Studio Potter TM Tour in London. They had a great time. Lots of Harry Potter TM stuff to look at and buy.
Gathered around on the sofa the next day I got to see some of these Harry PotterTM delights via the gazzillion photos Merriol'd taken on her spanking new phone- well, I would have done if her thumb wasn't in the way swiping to the next picture, or rotating the screen, or the phone was so angled that all I could see was reflection - if I was lucky. Sometimes I couldn't even see the phone at all let alone the screen. To be fair that was often Eben getting his bonce in the way as he tried to get a look. Boy has that kid got a big head!*
"And here we are at Gringots (whatever that is) again, and here we are with Grubious Penile's costume, and here we are at Dubious Krotchkiss Whumping Wardrobe..."
...and all I can see is a thumb or Number One Son's left ear.
They tell me they had a good time.
* He's also got chocolate belly button at the moment - he coloured it in himself, but that's another story.
I have all these bits of paper, backs of envelopes, sides of cardboard boxes, anything flat and blank enough to scribble on, full of half-drawn, stupid cartoons and idiot poems lying around.
For years I have been saying I must get round to doing something with them. For years I have been meaning to get to grips with learning how to drive our ancient vector graphics tools.
For years my wife has been wondering how it takes me so long to see the blindingly obvious.
I can't see the blindingly obvious most of the time because I'm usually drawing fish wearing platform shoes.