Vague Crispy Duck, Fog Youths and Eve's Prize.

Swashbuckling adventure over. Here are the updates you missed because I couldn't draw any pictures.


Message 1: Remember last time when I said that the next post will be called 'A Crispy Duck' ?

"The next post will be entitled 'A Crispy Duck' if that clarifies this blogs place in internetland any better."

See... I did say that.

Well clearly that was a lie.... but I was not to know at the time.

Essentially it has been three weeks since my last post. I came back today to start working on my next post and my notes for the next post simply consists of :

"A Crispy Duck : Remember that time with the crispy duck?!? "

Now I have no doubt there is an incident with a crispy duck... it may even be hilarious. But with my current amount of notes I have no idea what it is.

I assure you, for the sake of my integrity assuming I have gained some, the second I remember what it was you shall have your crispy post.



Message 2: I drove to Blackburn (or Blackb'n as it is known locally) over the weekend on a particularly foggy night in order to pick up a drum kit for a friend. As we arrived we noticed that we had stumbled upon a phenomenon that the locals of Blackb'n refer to as 'Fog Youths'.

Fog Youths are the result of a rare process (known only in Blackb'n) by which bands of youths are able to condense out of thick fog and then proceed to wander the streets of Blackb'n aimlessly. Presumably until they reach something to vandalize, or a high street sports clothing outlet, or the Blackb'n city limits, at which point they with evaporate and return to the fog.

It is for this reason that the citizens of Blackb'n go to great lengths to ensure that their home is airtight. Fog Youths are quite capable of entering under doorways, down chimneys or through windows left on vent, condensing in your living room ... and stealing your telly.

Meteorologists will tell you that Fog Youths are caused when a cold rebellious Scottish air front travels south and mixes with a warm air front emanating from the entrance of the Blackb'n branch of JD sports. This mixture reacts in a way that involves many big important words that I wont bore you with, producing the thick magical fog of Blackb'n.


Now... obviously these were just regular youths on a foggy Blackb'n night, with only semi-criminal tendencies. But it's a strange effect that anything appearing out of dense fog at night is instantly 286% more intimidating and somewhat magical. Even things that you would usually enjoy seeing become terrifying. Like if I bumped into my pet rabbit on a foggy night.

Message 3: One person has managed to not be an asshole and actually commented on my posts! (Love you really non-commenters..... just less....) Eve Estelle has therefore won herself a picture! Just to show you all that good things happen for people who DO AS I SAY! (phase 1: berate/abuse , phase 2 : encourage/reward) Eve chose to receive a picture of an Owl.. but I kind of already drew an Owl on here.... so for a bonus I made a poem too

So here is an Owl with jowls wearing a towel and a cowl.
It's standing next to Andie Macdowell with a strange scowl.
Who ate something fowl whilst out on the prowl and upset her irritable bowl.
The Owl has unwittingly stepped on a trowel which caused it to yowl in pain.
Hence the long stream of vowels.
The Owls name is..... Raul.... but you say it like it rhymes with owl....

Coaster Comics 4!

So it's time for one of those posts where I have some pictures lying around but they're not really ones I can put into a story or narrative... So I have to wait until I have a few and them put them together in a comics collection post under the illusion that this somehow counts as still having worked really hard on writing a good blog post.


Works for me! I'm going to chalk this day down as being 'abnormally productive'.


Well here goes. This is what I imagine when I hear that song on the radio, you know the one.... it goes

See that's just terrible. Firstly it's hardly original. It's pretty much exactly what the song says, I'm probably just branching into illustrating thoughts that you have all had already, and I don't really want to get too involved in that industry, what if one of you just kept having ideas about cheese? or Craig Charles? I cant draw Craig Charles.... that woman up there doesn't even have a nose.


Secondly that song is probably not on the radio anymore ( if you are reading this ten years later, it's definitely not on the radio, and radios were these machines that you had in your car or living-room, and you could turn a knob and it would find music in the air and play it to you..... And yes I'm sure one day you will be able to overthrow Belgium as rulers of Earth ) which highlights just how long I have to hold onto these pictures before I am in a desperate enough period to resort to using them... I don't think I even had a blog when that song was out. Not a waste of time now!!!


Moving on.

Yeah so..... there's that.


Finally this rounds winner for a Game Of Shark (Yes we are doing rounds now. Submit your ideas and I will attempt to make a movie poster for the winning film. The winning film may also be the one which has an easy poster to make... thankfully this rounds winner was) is! ........

It's exactly the same movie but with a much less imaginative title.... OK a slightly less imaginative title, Jaws was pretty bad.