Clown Time

This makes a quintet of crestfallen and costume-concealed characters.

Fairly fitting, as I went to see the Moscow State Circus at the weekend...
Though this was a preemptive drawing - Scrawled days before the circus was discovered to be coming to town.

I wonder if the trapeze artists and tightrope walker (or even the chap who played trombone with his foot) like a bit of Costello too.

Something Fishy

The latest addition to The Melancholy Mutant Band - Now a quartet.

This woeful water woman likes to warble a bit of Joni Mitchell, it seems.
Oh, let me sail away.

What A Cow

Beefing up the sad lady collection with a bovine beauty.

Seems rather appropriate that this speaking torso is chatting some (wait for it...) Talking Heads noise.
Bloody heckers

Ta Na Na

I've got cubic zirconias on the bottom of my plimsoles.


This little halfling sprouted from the synaptic seeds of cat-lady-print-sticker.

Nothing can sum up a moment of melancholy better than a beady eyed gal donning an animal costume.
This time she mumbles some words first strung and sung together by the lovely Paul Simon.

Distractions...

One more four panel morsel to offer up to the comic gods.

As much as I'd like them to be - hot liquid infusions, woven yarn trinkets and cathode ray cartoons are not creative outlets.
Must venture to Creative Cove more often than Distraction Den.


I'm sorry pen pals - I still like you, very much indeed.

Ears Of The Cat

Got some printing done a while back and have yet to announce it to the world.
Well, announce it to my mum when I show it her on here.
Proudly, like.

The produce of printing is: An edition of 45 3-colour stickers, 80 x 120 mm.

Don't worry the cat-lady ain't mute, dumb or tongue-tied - she's just uttering a blank so that each one can be made a little more unique.
Bespoke speech bubbles for all.

See below:


She's piping some inspirational Kate Bush lyric...
Jive talkin' Feline!