Sept/Oct is that time of year when spiders appear in every corner of the house. With a heavy heart I find myself hoovering up whole families – mother and babies (100+). I love spiders but we can’t just have them multiplying exponentially no matter how many flies they catch. I imagine their demise is one of terror followed by a great sickness as they spin around and around in the Dyson cylinder. RIP spiders.
It’s been a while since I posted but the acquisition of an iPad Pro has breathed new life into my cartooning. Once I would sketch in pencil, then trace my sketch multiple times until I got it right, then I’d scan it into the computer for colouring and touching up. It was a chore. But now, I can do all of that with my iPad and an Apple Pencil and upload directly to all my social media channels. It’s revolutionary (for me – I’m sure I’m a bit behind the times).
Sometimes working in communications feels like this:
When we moved to Wales, I thought people were overplaying the ‘Wet Wales’ remarks. It turns out they weren’t wrong. Hardly a day has gone by in the last six months when we haven’t seen some form of rain whether it’s a fine mist that frizzes your hair, or torrential downpours that leave the river USK bursting at its banks. It’s so bad, I’ve resorted to doing my own anti-rain dance.
Camels were the topic of conversation today so I thought I’d draw one. My goodness, they are odd creatures and difficult to characterise. This was my final attempt after several pages of failed squiggles.
Today I did a brief presentation to a small group of people. I knew most of them and was talking about a subject I was very familiar with. I should mention that presenting is something I’m pretty comfortable with – for the most part. I’ll admit I get a bit nervous before getting up to speak, but I usually manage to shake it off in the introductions. However, for some unknown reason, today I was caught completely off guard by a severe case of ‘cotton mouth’.
It was full on lips-stuck-to-gums, cheeks-stuck-to-teeth, tongue-turned-to-sandpaper, cotton mouth. I don’t know if you’ve experienced this before, but once you notice the onset, unless you have water to hand, things very quickly go from bad to worse. I felt like a crazed chimpanzee with bared gums, clicking like an African tribesman and choking on my own tongue. Thank God for the brief interlude when a glass of water was handed to me and I felt my tongue revive like a piece of dried seaweed coming to life in the incoming tide. 
Today was Christmas Jumper day at work. One may don a festive jumper so long as they give money to charity! There were some notable differences in how people approached the day…
Big Hair Metamorphosis 