Showing posts with label Cartoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cartoons. Show all posts

Monday, 9 May 2016

One Left Over...

Drew four cartoons this weekend but that was one more than I needed. This one left over. I suspect it would be too surreal for most people's tastes.



Saturday, 20 February 2016

A Michael Gove Cartoon

A quick cartoon, drawn last night when it was first rumoured that Gove was about to do the dirty on Cameron as the PM still negotiated with the Europeans. I think this is my first attempt at anything like this, influenced by this Martin Rowson cartoon.


Wednesday, 10 February 2016

A Jack Straw Cartoon

Not entirely happy with this one. I thought the joke would be better when I thought of it and I didn't really get to add extra jokes. The Tony Blair face in the tree didn't quite work either, though I think this is the first time I've ever tried that trick of turning a face into a tree and hoping to keep it recognizable. I could probably have worked more on this but I don't like the previous day's work from intruding on new work and the cartoon I subsequently thought up seemed so much better until I drew it and showed it to people to a lukewarm response. I'm such a lousy judge of my own work.. What a wasted day...

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Crashes, articles & a reasonable phobia of @MartinRowson

The blog's server's been crashing nearly every sodding day recently and I've struggled to figure out the problem. I think it's something to do with the memory but I really haven't had the time to work on it. So, instead, I reboot knowing that the site sometimes goes hours without it being available. I did a system restore last week which means that a few things disappeared, so this post is a ramble plus a few of my newest cartoons and links to articles I've had published elsewhere.

In other news: heading off to Manchester on Thursday to attend a Martin Rowson cartoon workshop, which is beginning to worry me. Love Rowson's work and love his attitude. I bought a ticket thinking it would be a case of turning up and laughing. Now I might have to work, it all seems high pressure. Cue dreams in which I see Rowson looming over me shouting 'fuckwit' whilst stabbing me with a quill because I dare be digital-only. Determined not to wimp out, though my day out comes wedged between two outings as I take various people to hospitals. I will try to use my time wisely and get something written/drawn.

Not many highlights of the past month. Fell off my bike twice. Had one article in the list below retweeted by Richard Dawkins. Jeb Bush stopped wearing his glasses about a day after CapX published my article in which I suggested that Jeb Bush should stop wearing his glasses.

Had an idea of a book I'd like to write about American politics but don't have the time. It occurred to me that in the past six months, I've written about 70 articles, all of which have been 1000+. That's the length of a book. I know the words are in me. Just have to find time to make them book shaped.

Anyway: some of my recent prose.

What just happened in Iowa? at TW&TW.

Swastika-shaped thinking at TW&TW

Will Trump trump Kelly or Kelly trump Trump? at TW&TW.

Don't write off President Bloomberg at CapX.

Praising Ameritude at TW&TW.

The Remarkable Soundscape of Sarah Louise Palin at TW&TW.

It's the Stupidity, Stupid: Why Jeb Bush is fighting the wrong fight at CapX.

Why does American celebrate the best while Britain celebrates the brash? at CapX.






Wednesday, 2 December 2015

A David Cameron Cartoon




A new cartoon about which I can say very little other than: well, I liked it.

I drew it late last night after hearing Cameron's 'terrorist sympathizers' comment. I'm currently trying to write up my thoughts about that, so I'm not going to repeat them here.

It's a grey day. I'm watching some of the debate but trying to work. One of those days when I really wonder why I bother.  Posted the cartoon to Twitter: not a single retweet or like. I don't have a great number of followers so perhaps it's expected. Perhaps I just don't know the public mood. I can only respond to how feel and I feel that Cameron too often thinks and acts without thinking. Perhaps it's just crap.

I don't know...

Monday, 30 November 2015

Monday's Corbyn Cartoon




Such a grim morning. It's 11am and all the lights are already on. Normally November is my favourite month but this past four weeks have been nothing but rain. Not that I dislike rain. Given a choice I'd choose rain over sun. I'm wired strangely in that respect. But an entire month or rain and/or gales... It would be a relief to see a little daylight. Even my solar powered watch has died on me and when I'm not wearing it I leave it sitting on a table where it can be sure to catch the sun.

Today I have to write, only I have no idea what I'll write about. It's not often that is happens that I sit down without some idea I've been thinking about for days. My ambition this week is to tray a new sending a pitch to a magazine I've not yet pestered with my ideas. My job now is to find an idea worth pitching. That's not so easy when it's so dark my body is telling me it's time to go back to bed.

Saturday, 28 November 2015

A Goodbye Grant Shapps Cartoon...



An otherwise lazy day which wasn't as lazy as I intended to make it when I got up this morning. Wrote every day last week but was feeling it by the time I settled down last night. Intended to have a complete day off, except last night I had a very strange and vivid dream about being at the local market where Tony Beets (from TV's Gold Rush) had a second-hand book stall. It was probably a nightmare, if I'm honest. I could see books I wanted but couldn't afford. By the time I woke up this morning at 7am, I was eager to work. Wrote a bit and then I drew this but the day never got brighter than a dim murk so the effort is 50%. Yet I felt I had to mark the resignation of Shapps, who has always struck me as one of the least pleasant political operators. There's a type of politician who always get my back up. They tend to be the self-made millionaires whose self-made status is founded upon something quite unpleasant. Perhaps that explains the Beets dream whose success is earned through hard work. I've always wanted a beard like Tony Beets and the hands too to prove that I work and I work hard. Yet I have neither. No evidence. Just cartoons like this or essays that few read.

Did I mention how dark it's been today? I think it's time to break out my lamp and dose myself with some happy rays.