London-inspired werewolfy illustration, in 3 colours and black.
WIP. Question mark?
People sure are keen on rollerskating round here.
There’s an impressive amount of well-dressed individuals around these parts. Drawing a few of ‘em.
This is the Barbican Conservatory.
I took Katie to the Barbican because I used to go to school there. It’s basically an enormous bunker? It’s like a self-contained little world of shaped concrete, with walkways through apartment blocks that connect them to the school, museum, theatre, art gallery and this conservatory without ever having to touch the ground below. And it’s in the dead centre of London.
It’s creepy and cool. There you go.
Awfully awfully, wouldn’t you say?
Drawing, movies, karate. Thursday.
On Tuesday night we went to see a comedy show in Greenwich that was practice for a TV show on Channel 4 this evening. Those are (meant to be) the legs of Jon Richardson. The other people were fucking AWESOME (except that one guy. Fuck that guy.)
^^
I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman… but I have the heart and stomach of a king… and the cleavage of a Page 3 model!!!
Queen Elizabeth
(I feel certain this addendum was made, I record it here for posterity)
No picture today as yet, but here’s a picture of the craziest thing we could find with a Union Jack on it (Leeona challenged us).
She was working in a hair salon, and after we took this picture she gave us a Jubilee cupcake!
Cool shit.
Yesterday, we potted. Balls.
And got REALLY, REALLY
(no, seriously)
REALLY FUCKING DRUNK.
This is from the day afore yesterday.
We karate’d.
Also we began beating the crap out of exercise, and I made friends with a cat (I couldn’t draw it) ¬.¬
