copyrightdavis: November 2011

Monday 28 November 2011

Idiot

I just found the envelope with three postcards I was supposed to send to the RCA for the 'Secret Postcards' exhibition - I would have sworn I sent it but damn. Found it under a pile of fairly rubbish drawings. So I'll scan and un-secretly blog them later so if anyone wants to make an offer (doesn't matter how much but pounds, not pence, please) then I'll give the money to the RCA for their fund-raiser for the fine art department.
What an idiot.

Friday 25 November 2011

Some Incredibly Important News I simply Must Share.

This recent world-changing series of drawings will soon come to an end. At last, thank God, so I'll be putting new shorter projects up in the near future. Before that (even though nobody's reading this), I'm going random and will write a bit more. I want to describe the perfect shave at the local Turkish barbers; what fun can be achieved by reading the newspaper and listening to the news at the same time (and the text-based outcome); random drawings, random scanned litter, random photographs. Time to free up and breathe. Not that anyone cares particularly but that doesn't matter really. What does? Here's something that also doesn't matter but happened this afternoon when I bought a scarf and may or may not be funny:
"I'll take this one please."
"Good choice if I may say so sir."
"Er yes - thanks. I'll pay by card please."
"Ok sir, here we go." There was a brief pause as the machine read my card. "If you could tap in your pin number, that would be awesome sir." That tipped me over the edge.
"Awesome? Awesome - what is 'awesome' about tapping in my pin number? The parting of the Red Sea was 'awesome'; huge herds of Wildebeest migrating across the Serengeti is 'awesome'. Tapping in a fucking pin number is not at all, in the slightest bit, 'awesome.'"
He looked a bit wary and hurt and I immediately felt rude and regretted my appalling rebuke.
"Sorry - I haven't had a cigarette or a pint in two weeks. Bit tense."
"I understand sir."
"Have a good weekend. Lovely scarf. Don't bother wrapping it - I'll wear it. Really er, lovely scarf."
"Thank you sir - you too."

Oh dear.

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Thursday 17 November 2011

The Banker Spoiler on the 149

Tell me - why is there always someone who spoils it for everyone? Lovely quiet book readers on the rare sedated 149 bus going south to Borough for a book launch and we get to The City and then Booming Over-Bred Dickhead Banker gets on and thunders into his G4 about absolutely nothing of any consequence whatsoever to, like, a friend of his? I turn 180 and stare at him and he blanks me so I keep staring at him and I can tell he starts losing the thread because his concentration levels are by now ever so slightly diminished. He can't look at me but starts to blush and stumble on his words and his interestingly stiff and elevated hair flattens itself in shame as if it wants to disown him, escape even, but it can't because it's attached to his thick over-gelled skull, and then, magically, his expensive ill-fitting clothes slowly unwrap themselves from his young, pudgy, over-ripe body and make their way downstairs eagerly waiting for the next stop. This is making him look even more stupid as he sits there naked with rich tears tumbling down his ruddy well-fed cheeks. By now, folk are pointing and laughing at this turgid mess. It's marvellous. I wonder how far he has to go? London Bridge please! All those people...