From the sketchbook
Let yourself go
Martyr
Action Strips
Today I went to Waterstones in Piccadilly in the middle of London. I went past the Leona Lewis queue. At that stage, nobody had hit her in the face. I saw some hands, I definitely saw some hands on the ends of people’s arms, but none were formed into the familiar ‘fist’ shape so I didn’t alert the security guards.
If I had known it would end up being the most talked about book signing of the year I would have stuck around. I’m now considering getting someone to smack me in the face when I do some signings in November. WHo’s up for it? I’ll pay you ten pounds. But you have to promise to just miss my head, and shout ‘wham!’ at the same time so everyone thinks it was real.
Right: time for bed.
Ta ta!
13th October 2009
Apollo 12
Ouch
Massive respect to Ove Raudajoki who has this actual bunny suicide tattoo on his wrist. Found this on the Facebook group ‘The sad sad world of bunny suicides.’
(the thumb is on the wrong side but nobody tell him, for goodness sake)
Rainbow interview job arse
Three cartoons about bus stops
Right, I’m getting a bit ambitious today; here’s a triptych on a theme.
6th October 2009
Still jetlagged from Los Angeles trip. Need to sleep. Luckily I found coverage of the Conservative party conference on BBC parliament. That, plus ovaltine, seem to be doing the trick.
Selfish Pigs, my new book, should be hitting the UK shops this week. Will be heading straight to Charing Cross road in the morning to experience the my-god-it’s-actually-in-the-shops thrill, which I still get even after 7 books. Not quite like the first time of course, when I nearly wet my trousers with excitement to see The Book Of Bunny Suicides on a table in Borders, but it’s still there.
Night night!