
Brain the size of a planet and here I am, being drawn by some idiot on a train. Go on then. If you must. Continue. Might as well get it over with.

Brain the size of a planet and here I am, being drawn by some idiot on a train. Go on then. If you must. Continue. Might as well get it over with.

Check out my sartorial elegance. The rest of you don’t even get as much as a mention. Bunch a’ loosers. You want to look good, get yourself a decent suit – tailored, not your off-the-rack rubbish. And the tie is the clincher. Got that?
And a haircut. And a beard.
Over and out. Got cool stuff to do.

Saw this old sort hanging around outside a newsagent. The shop wasn’t open and he waited around for about 20 minutes, not doing very much other than blinking, looking around and staring at me. Then he wandered off. What a story. I bet you can’t wait for the next installment.

Saw this guy in Branxton, just before Christmas. Hairiest man ever. In the sketch, he looks older than in real life. It was a hot day and I wondered what it must feel like to stroll around with all that beard and hair.