…the final instalment of “UK Toons”…
…the period covered between finding my pens again in the Uk and the demise of DUD comic…
…originally drawn shortly after the DUD no.3 cover competition, so that I was a step ahead for DUD no.4…..
…thankfully I’ve found wordpress…because DUD, is one.
…(yeah, I could have coloured this retrospectively, but I’m so into where my drawing is at in the present that I felt my time was better spent colouring in cat testicles…).
…it’s been nearly 3 years since I won the colouring competition for the front page of Dud 3 and you still haven’t published it….
…the illustration in question was (is?) a cut up of a whole bunch of kid’s colouring book pictures…
…I traced “redesigned” & re-inked the whole thing so I could get the cartoon below printed in colour…
…Mrs Axelgrinder & Foo Foo as an Andy Warhol Print…
…it took ages but was a lot of fun, so not a complete waste of time…
…it sees it’s first public appearance here.
…but you can’t come in….
…last of the colour stuff in the “UK Toons” category…
…damn…now I’ll have to draw 4 pages a week….
…or write more about records or something.
…in a Mrs. Axelgrinder kinda way…
…sorry, I read waaayyyy too many war comics when I was a kid….
…I blame my parents.
…and no educational value…
…can’t say I didn’t warn you.
…(I’m pretty sure I stole this “concept” from Skip Williamson…but google is trying to convince me it was Kim Deitch…ha!…at least I can kinda claim I can’t remember seeing the idea before!).
…written and drawn when we still remembered who Paris Hilton was.
…not the last instalment of “Crone-Fu Temple” you may have been hoping for, but…
…but I hope you’ll accept this “offering” whilst I dither.
…because it’s about butchers…
…mmm, pies.
…yay, public transport…
…but not as yay as complaints department.
…not to be taken internally.
…(this one is loosely based on a true story…friend of mine from school wanted desperately to be a hair dresser…he was far from “cool” and couldn’t get an apprenticeship for love nor money…till his Dad stepped in and bought a run down salon in a retiree type area…all twin sets, fake pearls, and blue rinses…the existing staff were kept on with the proviso that the son became the new apprentice….best story he ever came back from work with involved a very particular, regular customer who’s pride & joy was her budgerigar ….(the bird’s name escapes me)…when my mate asked after said feathery friend the client burst into tears and explained (insert budgie name here) was no longer with us… stylist friend consoled and asked “how did it happen”…she explained that she was vacuuming the bottom of (insert name here)’s cage and she sucked him up by accident…he didn’t survive the transition from cage to bag….my friend had to leave the room to laugh his arse off and faned deep grief on his return…supposedly, it’s all part of the training.)….
…my budgie was called K.C…..
..after the NZ pro-wrestling star King Curtis.
Bored with a record shop. 