Donkeys, records, rude words and crisps

the scream of the newborn

A Tintin / Hergé pastiche from last year drawn under the guise of my nom de plume, Bill Buswell. I'd been wanting to do something like this for ages and I went and looked at all the original Tintin book covers with the idea of using one of Hergé's compositions for my own work. This parodies/ steals/ pays homage to The Secret of the Unicorn and I managed to replace all the original elements with things that had some meaning to me. It worked well and I'm really pleased with the results, so much so that I feel I should go and work on versions of the other twenty-odd covers.

Incidentally, I've been drawing the box-headed character for something like 20 years now and STILL haven't found a suitable name for him, at least nothing I'm happy with. Still, if this book were real and translated into French, La Boîte would be a translation I'd be happy with.

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when it's spring again...

Hmmm. A bit of colour would have helped...

piglet (and a dream)

... and I've STILL not replied to those emails. Tut, tut...

poo pooh

Whoops. Clearly, the swear fairy popped in one night and scribbled some profanity in what I'm sure was originally an empty speech balloon ...

scratchy dinosaur

As I type, the good lady wife – whose name escapes me for the moment – is telling me about some 18 year old uber-genius she read about who has just sold his cyber-business for a trillion, gazillion dollars. I am 40 this year, and am uploading a picture of a toy dinosaur that blows bubbles. Ho-hum...