Excuses. Excuses. Excuses. Every day there seems to be a different reason why I didn’t blog earlier, longer, better… The podcast appeared yesterday. A bare 25 minutes of recording before Tim’s phone battery died but the effort that went into editing was disproportionate to the result. I mentioned last week that my speakers had packed […]
Continue ReadingTwo days rest have perked me up. Or I hope they have. We’re recording a podcast in a couple of hours and I’m trusting that my brain won’t be too fogged up. August is my least favourite month in terms of the weather – though I’m delighted that we seem to have had it a […]
Continue ReadingForgive the general crapness of today’s blog post/diary entry. I’m forcing myself to write a little so I don’t allow myself to get… distracted. I stayed up very late (i.e. about 4am) a few nights last week to watch the RNC, thinking I might write about them. I didn’t but that didn’t stop the late […]
Continue ReadingOr just relaxing. Just for today. It’s raining, cold, and it’s a Friday heading into a Bank Holiday weekend… So I’m having the day off. No drawing. No writing. I might, however, be playing Wasteland 3 which has just appeared on Game Pass. Okay, I am playing Wasteland 3 which has just appeared on Game […]
Continue ReadingNot so many years ago, when I had something remotely like a future, I was seriously into films. I’d always been a huge movie watcher, but it got a bit problematic with the appearance of DVDs. The ability to own high quality versions of my favourite films was a temptation too far. I subscribed to […]
Continue ReadingStayed up far too late last night so today has been a long fizzle of nothing. I’ve drawn two cartoons and packaged up my Surface. Other than that, meh… I feel tired, which never bodes well for the day. I can’t think when this tired. Even coffee didn’t wake me up. Despite all of this, […]
Continue ReadingYou probably know by now that I am not, by any measure, a nationalist. On my better days, I don’t mind being British and I can even take a little pride in British accomplishments, though I’d never – and I mean never – get a flag tattooed on my leg. If I were ever in […]
Continue ReadingBefore I get into today’s post, a link to the piece I wrote yesterday for Reaction on Trump and October vaccine. Right. Now. Today… Sigh. I’m an atheist. I don’t believe in gods. I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t even believe in luck. I belive in science and technology and the progress of humankind… […]
Continue ReadingBit late today but not so late that I can’t wade into a debate I don’t care about, about a music festival I don’t watch, about music I’m largely indifferent to, and sensibilities that usually wind me up the wrong way. I’m talking about the suggestion that they might dump ‘Rule Britannia’ from this years’ […]
Continue ReadingAnybody born in Britain in the years after the war were taught one vital lesson. Whatever the peril we faced, there would be some Brits who would stand up, sort things out, get us through it. American’s call it “The Greatest Generation” but we don’t really have a term for it. “The Few” is reserved […]
Continue Reading“I can see your problem. You can draw cartoons but you can’t think of any decent jokes.” That was the very first thing I read this morning. And I mean: the very first. And it was directed at me… And you might wonder why I sometimes struggle with confidence? Yes, it’s Saturday and I *almost* […]
Continue ReadingWhy Dunciad.com?
It’s a cool domain name and it was available. Yes, I know. Available. Crazy, isn’t it?
Really?
Yes. It also helps that it’s also my favourite satire written by Alexander Pope, one of the most metrically pure English poets who also knew his way around a crude insult or two. If you’ve not read it, you should give it a try.
So this is satire, right?
Can’t deny it. There will be some. But it’s also an experiment in writing and drawing, giving work away for free in order to see how many people are willing to support a writer doing his thing. It’s the weird stuff that I wouldn’t get published elsewhere in this word of diminishing demands and cookie-cutter tastes.
