….3 years in the planning…
…the shelf above the “DJ” area in the library at home….
…made from re-purposed modular pine shelving from the 70s….
…I’m not that confident with tools, but I think this meets the spec’s….
…bring the noise!
Tag Archives: waves
The Next Best Thing To Happy Feet
…well, better than happy feet…
…because he’s real …
…and he’s just outside my good friend Dee’s place…
…and you can drink coffee and make a snack whilst observing him…
…shoes & pants optional.
Yellow eyed penguins are rare & protected in NZ…this little fella has been caught & relocated from this beach twice now…lots of dog walking in the area….wish Dee’s windows hadn’t been so sand splattered…didn’t think it wise to snap him from outside as there wasn’t anything for me to hide behind!….cool neighbour for a day though.
Edward Lear
….was nowhere near ….
…then Pete Gutteridge came thru the door in a far from coherent state… he’d not been able to sleep last night after dental surgery and needed herding towards my door (exit) and his bed (entry)….
…completely stuffed my train of thought…
…now I’m peeing green.
….(this doesnt even make a weak attempt at rhyme or rhythm)….
…(apologies to Edward Lear and poets everywhere)
Last Of The Brownlee’s
….the last sketchbook vestige of this once maligned fact**t…
… the Brownlee has been superseded in what passes for my mind, by Governmentzilla, a more broadly usable figure when it comes to expressing my horror in the actions and attitudes of the NZ government and, for that matter, any other be-suited fuck wit who makes life-screwing decisions on our behalf…
…I’m not saying he wont “resurface” from time to time, depending on his behaviour in real life, I’m just acknowledging that he shouldn’t be blamed for everything..(folk from CHCH can ignore that last remark)…
…(…and for the trainspotters amongst you…”they call him Brownlee, Brownlee, slower than paint dries…” is sung to the tune of the theme song from the 60s dolphinploitation TV show”Flipper”…)
Fo Eva
…in Nz we had a State run insurance company called “Government Life”…
…it was also the name of an anarcho-punk band in Dunedin in the late Eighties, all patched clothing, army boots and colourful hair-dos…
…the insurance company got privatised and changed its name to “State”…
…can’t be certain if it was because the public had started to associate them with the band or not.
Another For The Scrap Heap
…it’s got waves…it’s got all manner of Fatc**ts…both single and double headed…I even spent a whole page of my time practicing long boats and oars…
…but I’m not feeling it and it shan’t be reworked in ink and colour.
Fatc**t At The Beach
…from the sketchbook on a slow day…
…beach blanket big-guy…
…as Paul would say…
…”needs sharks”.
All At Sea
…had this idea that humane whaling for scientific purposes was an avenue worth illustrating…
…of course people will adopt the practice of sneaking up behind the whale, blocking its blowhole with a big red plunger and doing whatever “scientific” tests they need to do before the subject regains consciousness…
…of course…
…after lengthy negotiations with the consultancy firm that monitors my degree of “fucking stupid” I came to conclusion that any form of whaling, inhumane or thought up by a cartoonist, is not such a good idea and tweaked the concept to appeal to a wider audience…
…my apologies to all the arseholes who continue to kill whales for anything other than a customary food source…
…no apologies to two-headed monsters that have become the accepted form of governing folk, not only in New Zealand, but the world over…
…don’t row, it only encourages them.
More Waves From The Sketch Book
…when waves attack or go bad or become overused or full of detritus from your mind…
…or filled with fat politician guys who have no business in the sea to begin with….
…then and only then might it be advisable to look elsewhere for inspiration.
