Month: October 2023


Lighthouse. Series New Wine in Old Bottles. A little indulgence, really. Amongst the many seldom-used drawing apps in my collection I found one that kind of mimics the good old Sonny Reader drawing tool looks. And, well, one can never have enough groovy lighthouses, does one? This one is especially luminous and the light she throws perforates and punctures sanctioned media bollocks like nobody’s business. I’ve arranged a meeting with Gorecho the poet with a view to examine in forensic detail the latest prodigious heaps-a-caca dished out stridently and relentlessly by the Guardians of Truth twenty four miserable hours a day, seven cursed days a week. The two small fishes, who organize the catering and the ex-curricular entertainment, are already deep in animated debate, bless their shiny little scales. Peace, love and an abundance of Beluga whales.

The Horror… The Horror…

I Spy. For all the victims (Truth being amongst the casualties) of the latest ding-dong.

Two can play this game. Eyes peeled, folks.

Have a grand weekend. And un po’ di mu’ which will please hardly anyone.

National Treasures

CucaFera & Mates. Further Catalan Stuff. aka It Never Rains… Featuring the same original Cucafera Tarraconensis and some mates she met at another tea party she was invited by one of her many admirers, the tiny Tentacular Thing With a Teddy wot kept watch upon the hills. Now they all travel Clouds 9 to 13.
The beautiful lady dragon says, to anyone willing to listen, that drifting up & down the skies in kawai company, beats shuffling along the main drag of Tarragona City with a handful of blokes under her carapace trying to make her dance sardanas.
See, the advantages of a pukka social life? As opposed to that dumb-show folks call “social” media, where you have 33,456 “friends”, none of which really gives a toss whether you live or die, not to mention several trolls and the odd stalker. Down with FaceFuckingBook! (And Snapchat, Twitter/X, Tick-Tock, Instagram and, at a pinch, Amazon.) Have a spiffing anti-“social” life.

Revisions & Returns

Cold Waste Chums. Series Old Wine in New Bottles. Here we go again. Revisiting old stuff, originally done in, Bumba help us, a Sony Reader, back in the prehistory of me and tablets. The original was in glorious B&W. This version is in glorious dark tones and comes with extra chaotic skies, a dread Doom Tower and a couple of art-critical birdies. As for the preserving of the original characters, my line is that one can’t have enough renegade Protoshoggoths and, especially, gossipy baby Night Gaunts. There. Enjoy it, if you can, and have a splendiferous weekend.