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How does this thing work?

I’m genuinely struggling to remember how this works…

As far as I can remember, and I’m sure someone will correct me if I’m wrong, it goes like this:

1.) Allude to the fact I haven’t posted in ages but offer no explanation.

2.) Show you some crap I have drawn for no reason.

3.) Plug something.

If your in London on the evening of the 16th of June (this Thursday) come down to London Graphic Centre and see some of my work.

For more information look here.

Nailed it.

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what?

I’ve been really busy.

I’ve cleared a lot of the work pile but there are still some very important things left.

Back in a bit…

bye.

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Blah blah blah, sorry, busy, work, exscuses and so on..

Nothing to say about my absence that will make this post any more interesting so here they are, my first in a long while and a fairly good bunch I hope. Hey, anythings better than nothing right?

his nose wasn’t that big, true, but I have a complex about my own and this is sort of like therapy for me so go with it.

His afro really was that big.

His face was very, very pink… and I didn’t like him. So I made it pinker. I think the powers going to my head.

This guy wasn’t very anything really… I think that’s why I liked him.

There you go. lets not wait so long next time eh?

Bye

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Distracted by a Dancing Bear…

Sorry about this, any regularity or reliability this blog had is long gone it seems, (by which I mean me I suppose)

today’s post is a little different, minutely so in fact if you didn’t know any better, but It is….Honest.

Todays drawings are all from one long journey across London on the district and central lines, i think you can actually see me getting marginally less rubbish as it goes on:

My first drawing and a little rough, chose the subject based only on them being asleep.

My second, Drawn to this woman because I liked her head scarf but got a little too distracted by it and so the drawing remains unfinished.

My last drawing. Nothing particular to say about this except I enjoyed it a lot.

Sorry again for my lateness, back with some more next week and until then, here’s what distracted me:

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Une Petite Poste? Le petite poste? Is it even Poste?

So I’m back! Paris was amazing, had a brilliant time and didn’t step in a single dog poo. Unlike Some people…

I could lie to you and say I didn’t get a chance to draw on Metro but honestly I think in total we took 9 separate journeys… However I blame them! their underground is fast and efficient. Their City hasn’t sprawled wildly so everything is close and convenient and I was having a good time and couldn’t be bothered. I’m the victim really.

Here’s what I did manage:

I really did have a great time, I let Nell do all the talking and concentrated of translating Menus so I could get the biggest steak possible! We also took a look of pictures so their may be a few more drawings from Paris popping up soon. Until then:

Bye.

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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.

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…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

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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.

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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

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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.

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