Crowded train

I didn’t realise at the time that the lady with the massive sunglasses was reading the newspaper over the shoulder of the man in front. Most of this drawing is one continual line. The hatching on the left is the main exception.

Wynard Newsreader (pen & ink)

Peak hour. Chaos everywhere. Not a bother. Pity about what I did to his right hand though…

What’s this in the paper then?

Nothing! That’s what. Humph. Should have expected as much. Honestly, don’t know why I bother. News? This isn’t news, it’s just rubbish. Michael Jackson? What’s he got to do with anything? Why can’t they write about important things. I have half a mind to write to the editor. Probably can’t read. Humph.

Mysterious in Black

Collars turned up, cap peak pulled down over face, 3-day stubble. All very mysterious. Used to see a lot of this type of character in the late eighties and early nineties – men who look out at the world from behind the pages of the NME (or similar alternative/indie music press). Lots of frowning and introspection and peering through John-Lennon* spectactles.

*More recently sported by Harry Potter

Vest and tie

Tuesday morning, busy busy busy, catching up on work-related reading on the train. Bags under eyes, specs on head, bit chilly but very, very busy…