Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Through The Wire, to the limit

Unlike the Ting Tings, I've started many things: a daily exercise routine, writing a proper novel, reading a proper novel, learning how to knit... but I've finished very few. So it was with a certain sense of pride I watched the final episode of The Wire last night. Still distinctly behind the bandwagon, but nonetheless: 63 hours of watching is something of an achievement.

And whilst everyone likes Omar (arguably that's what won Obama the US election) I've always had a soft spot for ol' Captain Do-rag Bodie Broadus, as demonstrated by this awful bit of teenage fan-art I made a week or so ago.
He was good people.

Great, wonderful, amazing show. Awful, awful title music.
Sing it with me now: "When you walk through the garden..."

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Thank Christ: sketches from the inside of a coach

A bit too much drawings of girlfriends and not enough drawings of headrests stuff over the last two posts.

Monday, November 10, 2008

They're just so inventive

The agonies and ecstasies of Strictly Come Dancing, and underground scrawls from Thursday.

We never miss an episode of Strictly. Or at least, Char doesn't. Whenever I lift my eyes from my sketchbook/laptop/innovations catalogue whilst it's on it's always to look at her face twisting like a Spitting Image puppet in precise accordance the the BBC producers designs. It's the full gamut of human emotions: unbridled joy at the poetry of a tight celebrity fox-trot, unbearable anguish when a mean-spirited three is awarded. But then I guess my face is almost as varied as I go from mocking sneer to desperate fear when the programme ends and Char bounces up and insists we pace around the room together to imaginary music.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

We're just like Mitchell and Webb, we are

Here's Charlotte cooking and criticising her computer, her two main interests. When she cooks she gives a running commentary suffused with passion because, she always tells me, I have no interest in food and because she knows it all: she has read all the books and never missed an episode of Jamie at Home. When she criticises her computer she is really critisicing me because when she bought it I was sent to PC World to collect it and somehow I got the wrong one (so fair enough really). And when it doesn't work all I can tell her is how you'd fix it if it was an Apple Mac (take it to the Genius Bar), which must be pretty annoying.
This sketchbook page is from the day before yesterday, 3 November, which is our three-year anniversary. After all this time I still can't really get a good likeness. This could be because it's impossible to get a good likeness of someone you love, but I wouldn't know. I've never been in love before -never really had a girlfriend before- so it could just be because I'm shit at drawing.
But all this seems silly now: cooking and computers and courting... Obama won! And by a long way, too. Yes we can, yes, we did etc.