I have moved. The latest newsletter is here. Subscribers don’t need to do anything. I have ported everything over, archives and all. It should work sea…
Mid-afternoon is the sweet spot for hitting the post office. Sandwiched between lunch hour and school pick up is quietest. I have finely calibrated my …
It was several weeks ago that Phil and I were woken early by a loud POK. In different circumstances it might have been the beginnings of an intriguing …
The sun is barely up and my body refuses to go back to sleep. I have my second vaccine jab in a mere four hours time and my internal alarm clock is not…
Using the literary sleight of hand of an expert wordsmith this newsletter may have given you the impression that you know everything about my life. Tha…
The reviews are in and according to my family last week’s newsletter was “a lot of boring stuff about comics”. I am shocked, saddened, and frankly surp…
It wasn’t so long ago while attending Angoulême that I was pompously telling a fellow cartoonist that I could never work completely digitally as it lac…
I was obliviously typing away on a completely different and mostly irrelevant topic (no surprise if you have been here before) for this week’s newslett…
The previous weeks has seen cloudless nights give way to frosty mornings. This has upset the military style planning of Phil potting her tomato plants.…
Restrictions having eased enough to allow self-catering stays in places away from home, Phil and I finally treat ourselves to one of those mini-breaks …
Where I live there are few celebrities. No paparazzi are stationed outside the Holiday Inn by the cricket ground waiting to snap an actor getting out o…
Perhaps it is a sign of us inching towards something resembling normality, but I received a message over the family WhatsApp that I recognised from the…