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A wee quick sketch of yesterday's sunset:
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TODAY I was imagining being a superhero that just went around attaching clothes pegs to people. No shit. I wanted to see whether empty threats alone, but conveyed in a thrilling and daring fashion, would be successful in deterring crime. It's all about a stylish implication of impending doom, even if the reality is kind of lacking. I mean Peg Man, he can't do owt, but when he crashes in through the window on a rope, in his flowing cape, and pegs you in your face, you're not going to realise that are you? You're going to give up crime for good I reckon.

Obviously Peg Man needs a backstory. I heard he lost his clothes to the winds of evil* in some tragic childhood misfortune. Not all of them, obviously, cos the film is going to be a 12A. Just the ones he really cherished but wasn't wearing at the time. Enveloped in bitterness, seeking vengeance, Peg Man fights back against the powers of darkness using the clothes pegs he was deprived of as a boy. He works by night, appearing without warning, pegging final demands and ASBOs and breach of bail conditions notices to criminals wherever they hide.

All fear him and the greater hurt he might inflict should they not immediately comply. Miscreants all over this city cower in their boots and/or other appropriate footwear, not knowing when or how or even why they might find themselves trapped in his cold plastic grip.

When you think about it, really carefully, I should be Home Secretary.

*You don't get that on BBC Weather.
 
I had this brilliant idea today of the Hairchestra. The Hairchestra would be a good look. It'd be kind of tiered and little insects and baby voles and shit would live in different bits of it and they'd have violins and fiddles and maybe a piano if you could make one small enough. And a snail would sit at the front and conduct with his little snailbobs. You know what I mean. And when anyone said 'ewww what the fuck's that in your hair you freak go back to the zoo' they'd strike up Beethoven's 5th and totally waste that naysaying fool.

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I'm not done yet but if I get hit by a tram or owt I wanted to leave you with my unfinished masterpiece.
 
I had this brilliant idea today of the Hairchestra. The Hairchestra would be a good look. It'd be kind of tiered and little insects and baby voles and shit would live in different bits of it and they'd have violins and fiddles and maybe a piano if you could make one small enough. And a snail would sit at the front and conduct with his little snailbobs. You know what I mean. And when anyone said 'ewww what the fuck's that in your hair you freak go back to the zoo' they'd strike up Beethoven's 5th and totally waste that naysaying fool.

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I'm not done yet but if I get hit by a tram or owt I wanted to leave you with my unfinished masterpiece.

:D
 
I just drew my fat friend's funeral:

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She's not fat at all really, but if I can get away with saying it, why not? :cool:

Check out that rain you fuckerzzzz!
 
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