'is that your watch, doctor?'

The great time of having nothing in my life aside from unskilled labour between May and September has begun.
Here's a little preview of something I have planned if I can EVER master any sort of animation. It will be rude, dirty and crude if I get it right, or utterly crap if I do not.

Can you guess which famous television doctor I am trying to achieve? If you can't, then clearly, I ought to give up now.

dentistry mad

 

This will do. Catering needs sorting.

 



Dental tosh

Carreer in marketing is, most likely, not an option (which means I don't have to take Bill Hicks' advice just yet...). Film prop. Await more. Eagerly, I'm sure! Gosh, the excitment.

 

daytime television

Ah, the Jeremy Kyle show. A space of public debate for those who usually lack acceptance in wider society due to their class disadvantages, watching themselves in the morning... or, perhaps, not - rather, getting laughed at by people who view the show in the evenings between the next day of university or work activities in order to ridicule those less fortunate than themselves, as their emotional trauma and confusion are exploited by a wealthy man in a navy suit, milking it as he goes along.

on a good day

"Fucking thieves everywhere"

...So used to say my neighbour, a schizophrenic alcoholic lady who lived above my mum's flat when I was a child. I'm not sure if she genuinely followed basketball, but she could always be seen wearing her Chicago bulls coat when she would venture out to purchase her booze allowance from one of the many 24h kiosk-sized alcohol shops on John Paul II Street in Warsaw, whilst occasionally shouting out obscenities directed at the police, stray cats, her little dog and the general public. Very nostalgic indeed,

sneak peak

What very nearly became another botched job, is currently being fixed by marvelous Chrisness (the proud receiver of the birthday card from the first post in this blog), who kindly agreed to paint it to try and salvage it! The pencil bits are his, and the full-coloured, salvaged version will follow at some point.

Good grief, how frightful - if a blog features nipples, is it enough to put an 'explicit content' label on it? Hope so.