Putting words into my mouth

I'd really like to put this on a tshirt in the future, should they be saying something? Anybody out there have anything fantastic phrase wise that could adorn such a thing? Should they even be saying anything at all?

I'm tired. And sick. And confused. But I proved that I can still do this kinda thing when ridden with the lurgy.

Moving On

I've just moved house and it's more wonderful than I can ever have imagined. Already the din of the nightly sins of Botanic have begun to erode in my mind, only to be replaced by the chirruping of the birds in Ormeau Park.

I've already tried to get in with the Ormeau attitute. I've stopped hissing at tramps. I've not seen a single piece of human faeces or one hypodermic syringe yet and I've yet to batter any coked up teens at 4 in morning. If I ride my bike on the promenade-like roads here I have enough space to manoeuvre around BMW owners who seem to think I like the gritty taste of asphalt. I felt so whimsical yesterday I went and bought an ice cream and stood on the street corner in the sun for a while without worrying that some scally might be stealing the oil from my boiler back at the homestead.

Perhaps I'm infatuated, perhaps the cracks in the veeneer of the Ormeau shall appear, but for now, all is well.

There was something in the air that night

I heard a commotion outside the house tonight, a bit of a ruckus by the spides on Botanic I assume. By the time I get downstairs theres a spainish man I don't recognise standing in the front doorway and a couple of millies punching each other in the street.

"I am Fernando" says the spainard gripping my hand and looking deep into my eyes - "The girls here, ai! They are crazy"

I nod in agreement with Fernando and we stand in silence watching the ugly violence until the rozzers arrive.

As nice as Fernando seems I'm glad to be moving house this week.

Two Big Changes

You may notice two things. Firstly, that the blog has been redesigned a little. You may also notice that the following image has been tastefully cropped for the main image. You may even of course notice two completely different things but thats just pervy old you isn't it?

Back of the Class Speccy Four Eyes

Forgive me blogspot, it's been ages since my last illustration.

Had a lovely time last week down at Izzys album launch at the Black Box and it was great to see people loving her music and buying up albums and posters in droves. A lovely atmosphere and ta to all of you that came down. The money has since went on copious amounts of gin and kleenex tissues which we'll split 50/50you'll be glad to know.

I present now, a new illustration for that lovely chap Niall at - the wonderous music blog of much infulence and respect. In a similar vein to the last job we collaborated on this too is for the brilliant podcast which shall feature some top modern tunes the like of which will become achingly cool around October 12th so if you listen to it now you'll be ahead of the curve and the envy of all friends and maybe even your dad. You always suspected he resented you and now, here, finally is the proof.

The brief for this job was 'Back to School', I eventually came up with the idea that, on the first day back to school most people spend an age preening themselves getting their 'look' down which shall define them for the coming academic year -thusly the image is viewed as if you're a voyeur peeking through the looking glass at familar and not so familar scenes.