Sooner than expected.

I am back, striking down the unwary traveler with mediocre illustration! I’m like a modern dick turpin…only less confrontational and way more cowardly… and of course less stylish.

And I really don’t like horses.

Anyway, the reason I’m posting today is because I will be away on Monday and I didn’t want to leave you all waiting:

I will be back sometime next week with a bumper post of drawings from the Paris Metro! That’s right… Paris.

No-one is safe.

…You think you can get away with just drawing people? On the tube!?

Okay first things first,

happy happy, here’s a drawing, this woman had ear muffs on which I’ve never understood the flipping point of. I mean just buy a bigger hat right? two pieces of head wear? not including the glasses? ridiculous.

Now.

One day last week ( I don’t remember which, they tend to blur a bit, but it wasn’t Monday and it was before Friday.) I was on my way back from work… on the tube. The train was busy, I glance around for a seat or a weaker looking commuter I can fight for theirs… and some guy… was… drawing me.

I mean what!? doesn’t he know who I am? YOU DON’T DRAW ME! I DRAW YOU!

IN YOUR FACE! I DRAW YOU BACK!

I know this rage seems misplaced but I was genuinely angry and confused by this for a bit, It felt like something breaking through the forth wall and attacking me.

Don’t worry I’m calm now.

I’ve met my nemesis… And I’ve drawn him.

Bye

Small Faces, Furry Woman and….a blue scarf.

Well two out of three of those will make this post pop up in a few google searches.

I guess I should show you the relevant illustration now though? Otherwise this might look like some cheap scrounging for blog hits regardless of any actual interest from the viewers… which it isn’t. Any Glamor Model Wrestling Champion could tell you that.

(small faces: neither would stay still for more than a few seconds then they both left at the next stop… selfish.)

(Furry Woman: who was spectacular and this drawing doesn’t do her justice.)

(a blue scarf: she looked very sad and tired but then I’m sure I did too, it was very early.)

Speaking of Google searches (which I wasn’t really but I am again now so…focus) my girlfriend has been saying for ages that I should make a list of some of the best Search Terms that have lead people to my blog somehow, so here they are!

old man draw

first tube drawing picture

draw picture showing colour

pilot illustration

man drawing on the tube

example of ingratiation

made from “human skin”

I’m honestly a little concerned that the person who did that last search knows I exist.

Bye.

Look! look over there at the shiny thing!

First of all i would like to retract any part yesterdays post that implied, insinuated or downright accused the builders of disrupting my internet connection. It was a technical fault that could not have been anticipated and completely unrelated to their activities.

The plug was turned off.

Now here are some colourful drawings to distract you from how stupid I am!

Surely cuntry gent wanna be who stepped on my foot.

Woman who wouldn’t let me see her face which made me angry especially as I’d lost my bloody Pilot G-tec and had to draw her with a felt pen I knicked from my girlfriend… sorry Nell.

And a man who fell asleep next to me and SNORED.

The last laugh is mine though obviously because I moved across the carridge and drew him with some pens! How do you like THAT sleepy man!

See! I’m great and won a battle I completely imagined and everyones forgotten how stupid I was.

bye

A bit of a problem…

Hmm…

So we’ve got builders in at the moment, doing usefull, practical things that I don’t understand in the slightest, and suddenly… My Internet connections disappeared!

Now I’m not pointing fingers! They’re very nice, very professional and a lot bigger than me so I’m definately not blaming them for anything. This does mean, however, that I’m writing this post on my phone and I’m unable to put up any images!

Now don’t panic! Just explain to your employer or partner what’s happened, and that your going back to bed, not to be disturbed, untill tomorrow…when I can deliver the picture post you so rightly diserve.

Thanks.
Tom

They must get up early.

I was trying to think of some interesting observation or criticism to make on the tube home this morning, staring blankly at some of the drawings I’d already done…

I thought about talking about headphones… but I thought I’d keep that wildly interesting topic in the locker for now, I wouldn’t want to waste it now would I?

I thought about telling you how this man looks a bit like my dad did when he was younger… but you don’t know my dad (probably) so that was out…

Most tempting was to launch into a hate filled, bile spitting rant against this woman. Partly because of her ridiculous hat (when, exactly, did it become acceptable for a woman in her thirties to go out in public wearing what is basically one third of a pathetically bad bear costume without being sectioned for her own good?), but mostly because she sat and sang the 118247 advertising jingle over and over again to her friend, only pausing to say “It’s so catchy, it’s been stuck in my head for aaaaages!” which of course guaranteed that I would spend the next few hours screaming and cursing her every time I hummed it, which was about once every 6 seconds.

But I decided not to.

Then I saw this man.

He was with some friends, they were all very well dressed, too well dressed for 9am in my opinion.. with styled hair and matching socks and all the other signs of someone with too much energy in the morning to be trusted. It takes time to do these things, time I would rather spend in bed mumbling semi-conscious, semi-coherent complaints to my girlfriend about the snooze button or how cold It is.

But I kept looking at him because he has the word “Half” tattooed on the knuckles of his hand, and now I will spend all day thinking:

WHAT DOES HIS OTHER HAND SAY?

suggestions?

Tom.

A weak week… (see what I did there?)

So after my last post declared boldly and unashamedly that I was cutting down, limiting the blogging, restraining myself from over frequent posting… (does it sound like I’m being self sacrificing rather than lazy yet?) and because of that bold, brave decision… I have less drawing after a week than I normally would after a day or two!!

Okay so I have had some other work on the go as well but I am sorry to not have a bit more to say for myself after all this time. Got a few pieces coming up that I will also put on here when they’re finished but in the mean time, and until next Monday, here’s some strangers:

This man was talking to his friend and really caught my attention, it took me a while to realise it was because he was one of the only old Americans I had ever seen..?

A slightly odd one, just enjoyed the way the layers of glass gave multiple reflections.

And that’s it for now.

Thanks for coming!

Tom

Do I know you?

It’s been a ridiculously long time since I last put anything up here, I’m sorry about that, and I’m very flattered that people are still visiting in spite of my neglectful ways! From now on I will be posting regularly again but not as frequently as last year as I’m starting some new work(which I’m sure will end up on here at some point as well). I will upload the best of the weeks waffle and doodles every Monday. Hope that’s okay. Sorry… you look nice today…?

Right, now we’re all friends again, here are some drawings from my first sketchbook of 2010:

And if you still haven’t forgiven me after all that here is a drawing of:

Thank you and see you next week.

I know it’s Christmas, You know it’s Christmas, Martin knows it’s Christmas…

Hello, sorry for another epic delay between posts but be fair it is Crinklemas which to me means:

Frantic shopping with no real ideas as to what I’m looking for,

Extra shows at work and therefor…

Tube journeys.

Here is a drawing and some of my terrible scrawling, which pushes the boundaries of voyeurism to their limits but made me laugh:

I’m getting fed up of drawing scarfs and hats now…

And I leave you with this, in case I’m not back before, to everyone:

Merry Christmas indeed,

thanks for coming.

Tom

In Reverse Order…

Okay, I’m doing in these in reverse order because… well because it might be slightly more interesting that way.

Here are some people and the reasons I drew them:

This man because his beard looked like it had slipped down his face and was clinging on for dear life.

This woman because she was retreating into her coat every time the doors opened to avoid the cold air.

And THIS woman because she’s a Pearly Queen! A real one! I nearly walked past the carriage she was in then almost broke my neck doing a ridiculous comedy double take before racing someone for the last seat so I could draw her. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an amazing sketch, but something that unexpected and ridiculous in the middle of a boring commute? It’s the kind of thing that makes my day.

Tom