Party Bear has a new friend, Birthday Otter.

For my Mum’s Fiancé Alex.

Happy Birthday Alex.

Doll and The Kicks
Classic Grand

Doll again.

I can’t remember if I posted this in a previous post or somewhere (im sure I did but i’ll be buggered if i can find it). But thanks again to Andrea for buying something from the store. As a direct consequence, I could go to the Portugal. The Man site and buy their new album. I suggest you all go and have a listen, as they are streaming it in full from their site.

Doll and the Kicks, at Classic Grand.

Just to let you know, I’m alive and well, just very very busy with work nonsense.

More stuff will be uploaded in the next few days to catch up, but a large part of the absence from here is that me and Holley are blitzing on with the comic! there is almost an entirely finished page, and several other partially done ones.

Based on a true story.

My interview went SO badly today.
If I get the job, it must mean that something biblical in proportion must have happened to the other applicants. Raining Flaming Locusts or something…

So I’m back on the hunt for a designer job in the Glasgow area. Show me the jobs, minions!

In other news, I watched Solomon Kane (terrible), saw James Nesbitt in the street, and got treated to dinner at the Hilton. Fun filled day.

Number 3 of brush pen fantasmica!

Another doodle using the useless but pretty freaking awesome pen brush.

A little drawing using my new useless Brush pen.

So so so, Andrea’s beautiful bounty of super fantastic ultimate bohemian rhapsody of an art package arrived in Canadia Town, so I can showcase what she got!

She buys the snails, she gets a free bookmark AND a party bear on her envelope (which the cashier at the Post Office commented lovingly on.

So…. who’s the next glorious purchaser of something wonderful?

to Major Tom.

I heart octo.

I had a sort of quasi-Job interview today for Graphic work. Went well. This is partly the reason why I have been so bad at updating lately.
I have another on Thursday! wish me luck!

So over the weekend I was offered a job of creating an online store for a client who would be selling LEGAL highs. The job was worth £1000.  ($1550)

My first reaction was: “fuck yeah, they are legal after all”
A couple of days later it dawned on me; What the fuck, Chris!? you’re morally opposed to drugs and yet you’re going to be setting up a site for a fucking drug dealer, LEGAL or ILLEGAL it’s still a drug!

My conscience played havoc on me, as I was torn between the large and ever present need (not want, need…) for money and the overwhelming standard conscience question: “What would Mum think about me doing this”.

The answer to the question, she would utterly disown me. Probably throw a punch or two.

So I lost out on £1000 of much needed money, but I gain the fact that when (not a case of IF, they WILL be criminalised) I will be guilt free knowing no one was killed/hurt over the drugs in question.

So currently the estimation on my morals is £1000+