Sunday, 21 May 2017

Camberwick Green; Covenant.

                                                        (From My Sketch Book.)
That naughty Mandroid David has crash landed his stolen Engineer Juggernaut on a hill side overlooking the gentrified town of Camberwick Green. And already something unpleasant has happened to one of the villagers who lives there just after he investigated a very unusual egg type object he found close to Windy Miller's One cannot  help but believe that nothing in this sleepy little Hamlet will ever be the same.
             It is probably wrong of me to say this but David is such a trouble maker. every where he goes bad things seem to happen and his unrelenting hatred of mankind is really too much.His hellbent pathology really exceeds any rational programming. The hands that crafted this Mandroid have a lot to answer for given the operatic levels of mischief he is responsible for.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

East End 'Orror

                                                              (From the sketchbook.)

You Can Run.

         Oh what a find in a ramble round an old bookstore. One of my favorite covers for a while.
                                                      Ghosts,Ghosts, GHOSTS.

Mad Man In A Box.

Buffalo Soldier.

Read this small but perfectly formed novella while sitting in the piney garden. Desmond Coke, former agent of espionage from Jamaica, finds himself once more engaged in the long dirty game, protecting a very special child from the forces who would shape his destiny to suit theirs. It is a southern Gothic game of thrones, a Machiavellian cat and mouse through a smokey jasmine haze. Desmond Coke has seen and done a lot, somethings he regrets but cannot undo, yet he is driven to do the right thing by this boy., to see him grow free and have a life fulfilled, a life of potential.
              This leads to a chase across an America which only exists on the pages of this book, through undiscovered states and unread cities. Its a steam punk vision, another alternative history, yet the lyrical writing gives it an almost poetic quality. Just before the violence kicks off.

Rude Boy, Do No Harm.

                                                            (From the sketch book.)
Had a vivid memory of dancing in a Ska stylee with some old mates in The Shamrock Social to Night Boat To Cairo by Madness. A dark sweaty smoke filled dance floor dancing in a circle while the rest of the club mocked but secretly wished they could join in. I know long have the knees for nutty dancing but I still get that excited knot in my stomach when I hear Lee Thompson's opening blasts on the saxaphone, Mister Baggy Trousers himself. The skin in braces in my drawing was a guy from back in the day.I was eyeballing him in the anarchy centre. We came from different worlds. He was all feral skinhead sexiness and I was a punky Boy George.A right fop. I smiled. He smiled. We had a moment. Then his mate punched me and they stole my bottle of cider.
              I forgive him. Well, I never forgot him.

Wednesday, 10 May 2017


Oh The Horror The Horror!Heard a rustling noise in my wheeli-bin and peered over the edge to see what it was and something seemed to leap up out the smelly darkness. Next thing I find myself dreaming of suffocation, dreams of swallowing a Vienna roll, dreams of monstrous pupae erupting from pulsing cocoons,dreams of The Marx Brothers in Zero gravity...Well they say that n space everyone can hear you laugh. Its probably down to the Marx Brothers.
           Now I have these strange rumblings in my chest as though the doors of my rib cage were about to swing open
           Mind you, the could be the can of Ravioli cheesy tea bags I  had last night.