Rochester Snowman.

Distracted. I ought to be at the desk earning the rent. Maybe it's the temperature. Feverish. Below zero. Zero drawing. Be more use, more productive stacking logs. Lighting fires. Shovelling coal. 

Don't believe in Wikipedia

Christmas Eve card from my daughter by Cecil Aldin - 

Christmas is Coming, 1898.

Merry Christmas believers bleeders and readers.

Scratching post.

D I Y. Magic at home.

Unwanted. Encased in a frame. Past catches up. 1988? 1989? 1990 sometime in the distant at Hamiltons Gallery, London a one word theme sponsored by tobacco - Benson and Hedges cigarettes....... can't smoke in the park these days. Drawing done the morning of the deadline I seem to remember, in a rush just so I could be judged. Didn't get a prize but got hung on a swanky gallery wall. Private View. As many cigarettes as you could smoke washed down with fizzy plonk. Dog end days. The one word theme was Magic. This is not illustrating magic it's a trick, a sleight of hand. It's domestic, it's morbid. It's been propped up in a small room in Teddington for over twenty years I've just excavated the mould from it's frame. He didn't want it, he's having a clear out. Sign of the times. And a signed poster. Jettisoned. It's come home to clutter up my room. To rot.

There's a theme, there's a thread. Up on the couch sunshine.