Its spring ! The daffs are out; my dogs are ridden with ticks; the labrador keep running away to chase the mangey chav jack russel doon the road; Bob the gender confused parroqueet is trying to do courtship dances with me, the cat, or that nice shadow on the wall; and all sleep and paid work is lost as the Bristol Comics Exhibition deadlines loom.

having funky dreams tho, warzones where a helicopter drawn by Jock flew to the rescue, and being cuddled by a 20 foot robbie coultraine as a film extra in surreal medaevil costume drama... thats what happens when you draw sloppering fat kids.