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Dirk Reul is a debonair man of culture, class and style. His knowledge and skill with all things culinary is astounding, as is his infectious interest in… everything. It was a real thrill to be able to put together this birthday card for him – I illustrated the card as something I …
The world is a new place; boundaries and distances are nothing to love and friendships. Every day, we meet and laugh with people ten thousand miles away over coffee, and think nothing of it.
… if your existence began on Skaro, you’d have every reason to be feeling pretty hard done by at this time of year. It would be understandable if you were left feeling somewhat disheartened and perhaps even murderous.
At valentines, it is good to know love when you have it; that you are lucky enough to have found someone wonderful, someone you cherish and value immeasurably because of your experiences…
…If you want love, you have to get out there and show the world who you are.
…but he tried to steal cheese from Nathaniel the Mouse, who tore out his guts and built a lovely cat-house.
Yoon-Mi is feeling unwell,
A pox or the plague, I can’t tell.
The cure (as I figure)
Stay at home with your tigger!
And when you want tea: ring a bell:)
The non-traditional Christmas Sea-Meat Treat. Rich in tetrodotoxin!
Christmas at the Schrödingers
I left on a rainy afternoon in a small raft, following the Great Southern Tuna migration through the icy Northern seas. I was hoping to catch something worthy of a great sandwich: Tuna, sweet-corn, mayonnaise and chilli flakes. Accompanied with honey mead, this is a kingly meal; but it does require a kingly tuna to make it.
Early reports this morning warn of a great beast, risen from the icy depths below the north pole. All mariners are warned to use extreme caution and to load all harpoons in preparation.
When in Zack’s house, you had better come correct. And when it comes to the undead, no one comes more correct than Byron.
‘crash’ was one of my first scribbles. It is a self portrait, drawn on terrible paper with a terrible pen
Not five minutes ago while enjoying my moonlit repast, I spied two young lovers ‘neath a grove of poplars. They enjoyed the silvery light of the moon together, she reading tomes unknown while he looked to the heavens and named each glorious light for her.
Halloween ’12
For my parents WJ and EM who celebrate their 45th anniversary this month.
Happy Birthday Feisal Kamil!
“Thriller” album art for Heather Fay
T-Shirts of this print are available at Red Bubble
Finding this gift wasn’t half as hard as wrapping it.
