Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Sunday, 27 November 2011
Thursday, 24 November 2011
I used to wonder if the invisible wife had buried Henry in their back garden but maybe the roles have been reversed?
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Spirits sink as the high, insistent, familiar, complaining voice of invisible wife whines out from the kitchen window next door and as I return from the rubbish run spirits droop ever downward. Henry is plodding along the road with Rover the alsatian...followed by...invisible wife with new Russian boyfriend. His only sign of nerves being a cigarette cupped in the palm of his hand behind his back...the boyfriend, that is. This is not good. After her several attempts of sending round "ladies of the night" to tempt Henry into something he might not want produced as photographic evidence for impending divorce...she has wheezled (I don't care how you spell it) her way back into his house...which accounts for all the shouting earlier. Oh...and it looks like rain.
Click on pic to enlarge if you have nothing else to do.
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Monday, 14 November 2011
I do not like November. It's too long, too dark and probably tastes like damp canvas. I thought I had been frightfully clever in choosing "Shut Eye Town" as the blog title. It comes from a poem in a book that belonged to my father when he was a child. Wrong.....there are so many shut eye towns out there. I should have googled before I made the banner.
I still don't like November.
Friday, 11 November 2011
Full moon, auspicious date, Rememberance Day. My grandfather flew in both World Wars having joined the RFC at eighteen. He was member number 15.
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
The two people in the film are nobody at all, I'm just playing in Adobe Illustrator...and now I am off to watch "Doctors"...my one and only favourite soap. I know...it's SHOCKING.
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Friday, 4 November 2011
"Please come and remove bad lady from house?" he asks..
Bad lady is seated on Henry's porch surrounded by beer cans and small, old (but stern) man at her side. Henry reverts to his usual warcry of "RAUS HIER" but they remain stubbornly seated.
The bad lady is actually quite large and has a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other.
"Henry is asking you to leave," says Patrick at which point the bad lady explodes..."He stole my tobacco. He stole it!" She's shaking her frothing fist at Henry.
"The thing is," says Patrick. "The thing is...I don't care what you do but the guy who lives in that house over there is probably calling the Police right now because he gets very upset when Henry shouts."
"I see, " the old but stern man says thoughtfully..."In that case we are out of here. Goodbye Henry. Friends still?" He reaches out to shake Henry's hand...
"RAUS, RAUS, RAUS."
Exit bad lady (still clutching beer can and swearing incoherently) and man. Small, black car takes off up the road. Henry shakes our hands profusely (second time this week).
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Woke up at five yesterday to an overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke right by my head...so did Patrick. Neither of us smoke anymore. Next door on the left is empty. I know this because I am looking after their cat.
The above is done in "Artrage" which I urge you to buy but only if you have a drawing tablet.