Sunday, February 26, 2006

I could...

The D wanted me to update my blog as it was "getting old". It's sunday night and I'm feeling pretty tired after an exhaustively fun weekend- so I'm not really in the mood to type much.
I could write about friday night and how The London Girl and I went on a date as part of my Birthday present. Dinner and a west end show. (We saw The Rat Pack).
I could write about the show- and about The Rat Pack- but, seriously, I could crap on for days about them- so it's a can of beans that's best not opened.
I could talk about how I'm enjoying the Jamaican beer- Red Stripe, even though I've cut down on my drinking lately.
Speaking of drinking- I could I tell you of the hassle and epic travels I went due to my intitial laziness to pick up my birthday present from Tee, Doug and Jen. And how it seems that my friends tend to give me alcohol.
I could write about how I bought the Firefly on dvd today and watched 2 eps already.
I could write about how my job is progressing and how I got attacked by geese last week when I was outside on the phone.
I could write about the fact that we really HAVE to find a new place to live real soon, and what areas we've been looking at.
I could write about stuff thats been happening in the news lately. The £40 million heist in London last week. The head of NY crime family being indited. The shitty comments being made by Australian PM and others about Australian Muslims. M.I6 making payouts toBritishh soldiers for subjecting them to LSD during the 50's.
I could explain why I'm postingdifferentt things from my blog to my LJ.
I could talk of how I'm really, really digging the first track of the new Franz album- "The Fallen".
I could write about the weather in London lately- and how it's been haling, sleeting and snowing.
I could write about the 1.15 hr commute EACH way to work and the things I do to entertain myself.
Or, hell. I could even dip into the DIGGSVILLE content reserve and write about when I was four years old I was bitten by a Lion cub. True story.

I could- but I ain't.

Monday, February 20, 2006

My Birthday

My 31st birthday as come and gone.
It was (obviously) my 2nd birthday of my 3 decades.
I really, really enjoyed turning 30.
But 31- was just a ok. I'm feeling my age!

Of course with the help of a mix of old and new friends I celebrated it in style and much fun, food and alcohal was consumed.

Friday, February 17, 2006

The Wonderstuff

The Wonderstuff are playing in London on the 15th March.

I'm pretty sure I want to go.

My hesitation? They're getting on a bit. I fear that watching them will make me feel old.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Word UP!

Just a few things i need to share with you:

1. Sunday 19th of Feb is my 31st birthday. I know I've left it a bit late for you international readers to send my my presents in time. But thats ok. I can wait!

2. My dad jaunted over to Europe last weekend and I managed to catch up with him. Along with a bottle of duty free scotch (stout fellow!), he also gave me copies of DOLLBOY #1-4. I haven't read these in ages.
Nostalgia a go-go!

I hesitate to even mention this, but it got me thinking about re-doing the series. I spent most of the time re-reading thinking "I wish I could do this again....".
Should I even go back there?

3. It's a strange, strange feeling when I come to the point of realising that what I do for a job, for a career, what my specilaty is, what I do to get money in the bank and food on the table and beer in the hand is..... draw goofy animals.

At the moment I'm drawing and animating monkeys dancing The Robot for the BBC.
Sneak peak:

(I'll try and show you the finished animated version when it's done!)

Friday, February 10, 2006

The Frase Zombie

What I'd look like if I was a zombie.

I have no plan to escape a zombie plague over here in the UK.

Monday, February 06, 2006

The London Girl Saved My Life!

On the weekend The London Girl and I were walking through the park when a herd of ravenous BEARS jumped us!
I think they were POLAR BEARS! (Earths largest land predators- FACT!)
But they were all black, probally due to living in the London soot (just like the mice that you see running along the underground railtracks)
I don't know why they singled me out. Maybe my manly beard posed a threat to their own ruggered handsomeness. Jealousy can be a terrible thing.

ANYways, I was frozen in fear... my whole life flashed before me. What a tradegy it would be if I meet my fate that day. I hadn't even decided what song was to be played at my funeral.

BUT as the hungry and very, very angry BEARS bore down on me, seconds away from ripping my lithe, trim body limb from limb, The London Girl threw herself into the horde brandishing nothing but her fists!

I've never seen such skillful and frighteningly ruthless fighting outside of tv!!! She beat the horde of BEARS bloody and sent them running back into the woods with their tails tucked between their legs.

If the gods were watching they would've seen that one stood against many. To be precise, one young woman against about 100 BEARS!!!

Yes indeed. That day The London Girl saved my life... from BEARS!



Thursday, February 02, 2006

1 Year.

Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog.
What a year it's been!!

To celebrate I have some artworks to show.
Firstly, the original sketch from that cowboy picture from awhile ago. (I got myself a scanner)

And a piece I've just finished.
There's an internet meme going around. Draw your favourite band. I wanted to throw my hat in the ring. I bet most've you would think I'd do a jazzbo-band?! Nope. Handsome Boy Modeling School. Fake oversized facial hair. Sharp suits. Dan The Automator. Prince Paul. Musical golden touch.

Rock n' roll could never hip-hop like this!