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Two-Page sketch. Ink on paper.


Dreaming of Losing You Again

Abstract hilly green landscape.
We were clearing gigantic wooden chairs from the path
of the train
coming up behind us.

Flinging them
Over the hills
And laughing.

We were excited.

We were going to make it. Finally make it.

Ready. Path clear. Anticipating.

We ran along the platform, to where the train would stop.
I am ten feet in front of you.
You are running to keep up.
I am running to make sure we both catch this train.
I love you.

It arrives.
A huge thing.
It roars past us
Carriage, carriage, carriage, carriage, carriage

I hear you shouting from behind me,
"Make it stop, make it stop."
I run alongside
I smack the windows
I tell him to stop.
A screech of brakes.
PE. D.

Our train finally comes to a standstill ahead,


the platform.

How can we get on?

As I catch up
To the stationary train,
I glance back
over my shoulder
to you
in your blue coat
and I smile.
We were going to make it. Finally make it.

But my momentum
takes me over the edge
of the platform
into the darkness.

The gap between
the platform edge
and the final carriage

I fall backwards
onto moving gears
In my best grey trousers
And I lose you


I hope you choke on it


An Exercise in Art Criticism and Creative Writing.

Jacket Potato.

"Jacket potato?" cried Fred.
"I will not eat a jacket potato without a side of human head."

Gurtrude brought Fred his head.

He did not look happy.

"This head is too green" he said.

All the other servants began to offer Fred foods. They brought crab, cheese, wine, dog, paint brushes and birds but Fred was set on wanting head for dinner.

Eventually a beautiful lady named Benigna came along. She offered Fred a dome shaped head.

And Fred was pleased.

And the servants breathed a sigh of relief.

Captain Blackbeard's Surprise Birthday Party.

Everyone had to enjoy the theme which was silly headgear/facial hair.

All food had to be hilarious in the style of Heston Blumenthal, for Blackbeard loved a good joke.

One guest brought a plate of live ducks and held it above Santa's head.

One man brought a plate of Scary Lobster.

A tiny midget elf boy wanted to feed Blackbeard a surprise monkey he found outside, but the 3 plump ladies all chipped in for a fruit cake in the shape of a head.

Sir Peter Paul Rubens 1577-1640


Fucking Lunatic

Talented madman, and long time buddy of mine by the name of Craig, has inked his own leg with a homage to EDIPOMF. Fucking lunatic.


Every day, I peel off my face.

These drawings are available to buy as digital art prints from my online store.



Life is brilliant.
I love people.
I enjoy re-emerging
into consciousness
at 7am.
I love that as soon
as you realise what
you were blessed enough
to have, you start
to lose it.
I love being dropped in
a field, with no idea
where home is or
how to get there.
I love that 'home' hasn't
existed for years.


Mental Breakdown Diary - Volume 1

mental breakdown diary. part 1.
you will be 85 one day.
one day, you will be 85.
money isn't everything.

mental breakdown diary. part 2.
this is bedtime. you need sleep.
you aren't furious enough to sleep.
i can't sleep unless i'm absolutely furious.

mental breakdown diary. part 3.
it's already not how i remember it
and i haven't even gone.
it's not the end of the world.

mental breakdown diary. part 4.
The bad words
come flooding
to the forefront
the bad words
wounds of the mind

mental breakdown diary. part 5.
you're wearing tin foil