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Famous People Don’t Poo…

“Hello my good lady, how do you do?

I see you’ve bought toilet paper, do I understand you use the loo?”

My cheeks flushed a little and I nodded my head,

“Why everybody does ‘cept the constipated or the dead!”

“Not true my dear,” said the shopkeeper with a sign,

“I’ll let you in on a secret, tis not a word of a lie.

The famous, the rich, the good looking too,

No need for toilet paper, they never do a poo,

nor a pee, nor a fart, they’re not like me and you,

The rich and the famous, they’ve no need for the loo!”

“I object, I protest, sure didn’t Elvis die on the bog,

And floating below him a magnificent log!”

“Urban legend, a farce, a fairytale, a myth.

Like Noah’s Ark, Armadillos or the Blue Tit!”

“Ah ha,” I laughed, “now I know you’re a fool,

Blue Tits are a fact, I learnt ’bout them in school.”

“Don’t believe what your told, it’s for yourself you should think,

I don’t know what you were rared on, but my mother’s were PINK!”

Then it hit me, he spoke not a word of a lie,

I bent at the waist and let out a cry,

For daily I hiked my skirt round my knees,

and bared my bottom to the bathroom breeze,

I knew right then my dreams would never come true,

for I was a user, an addict, an avid visitor to the loo!

I’ve been a bit lazy of late with the posting, well not lazy, busy actually! I thought I’d post this little work in progress, it’s a true story!

My Father Christmas…

So I couldn’t get my hands on 20 elves, for some reason people just wouldn’t lend me their children and I still had a Christmas card to make…so I thought who is the essence of Christmas (beside Jesus that is!!)

Ah ha I thought… Father Christmas and guess what I have a father and another bonus I could get my hands on him without his parents permission!

So here’s a sneak peak at my Father Christmas…he’s a bad Santa!

All I want for Christmas…

Is this…

Imagine roaring up the Nore in this little thing, driving it the whole way to Waterford, then out onto the open sea, the world your oyster. You could pick friends up on the way, carry a few on the roof a few in the back, maybe even tow a dingy and fit a few more, oh the laughs we’d have! Any takers? I’d say if we pitched in a few euros each (or maybe it’ll be pounds by the time we come to buying) we could have this little beauty. I’d keep it in the bath and pull it out on demand?!

From Idea to Design…A Place Called Perfect

Here’s how I put together a job from start to finish…

First I take the idea, sit on it for a while, throw it around my head, under my seat, in one ear and out the other until I come up with a concept…

Then I sit and sketch it, and sketch and sketch it…

Then I might decide to make it, photograph it,

Eventually scan it.

Finally the computer gets a hold and I illustrate, photoshop, indesign, until I have something that looks presentable (I hope!)

Ta Daa…

Experimenting with Butterflies…

Okay not in a sadistic way, I mean I know it’s Halloween but I am trying to give up!! My experiments are more of the gentle type, a few watercolour pencils, some paper and a brief. I played around with this one last week for a job I am currently working on and I have to say, while extending my arm up and over my shoulder for a little pat on the back, I like it! Self praise is no praise I know except when you say it into a mirror.

Anyway I may do a little more watercolouring I like the effect!

Between my Ears…

Betwee my ears

This is a little something I’ve been working on (I think they call it a work in protest), which is taking ages, it consists of lots of little doddles and drawings, its all hand drawn (if you know what I mean, I know it has to get to the computer at some stage!)

Anyway I decided to upload a quick screen grab of it as I have just finished layering up and am happy with the results, plus I haven’t blogged in a while and am too lazy to explore the interweb for inspiration!