Again, we have that dilemma of ‘that doesn’t look like Graham’s art!’
This time it’s a poster by Alex Thomas for an exhibition of 24 hour comics I’ve organised.This is TODAY. If you’re in Bristol, come along and be merry
Everybody! this is launching today in Bristol, if you’re about this week go and see it. featuring lots of lovely people’s lovely work!
I loaf soreen!
I put this on the wrong blog so here you go!
Chloe, Harry and Andy do a fantastic job of modelling my cardboard cut outs. If you can’t join ‘em, Beatles ‘em.
George is finished (and lopsided!) here is his lovely face! One of those restless, creative late nights/early mornings
spending my evening making cardboard cut outs of the Beatles for a club night in Bristol this friday (the magical mystery tour by the lovely people at happy daze!)
It’s going to be great!
Check it out, my friend and classmate Jacob drew me drawing something or other. Check him out for drawings of things (including some pictures of Sophie, Graham, Harry and Andy who are all just as lovely and talented)Bethan
night time is the right time for COMICS TIME rightamIrightmaybeno oh okay
“Sheriff, before you take the job, I think you oughta know… This town’s got a serious wizard problem.”
Me and my lovely housemate Chloe like to be silly and make up songs about video games
you wake up in the morning, roll over and open your laptop to check a few things. your browser is open on facebook. “that’s strange,” you think, “my home page is normally google.” you attempt to type google into your browser. you type facebook. you try tumblr; facebook. hotmail? facebook. no matter the combination of keys you press, you can only seem to access the front page of facebook. time and again, you are faced only with your news feed, only with that small white box asking, pleading, “What’s on your mind, Human?”
maybe you can tell the internet what’s happening. it must be a glitch. you must be tired. yes, that’s it. share your humorous story of how you can only seem to access facebook with the world. you type your thoughts hastily, without looking up, and hit the enter key.
your status reads: “facebookfacebookfacebook facebookfacebook facebook.”
there’s a knock at the door and it is opened. A face appears at the gap (maybe your mum, your housemate). “Would you like a cup of tea?” they say.
“Facebook,” you say, flailing your arms in desperation, “Facebookfacebookfacebook!”
