It’s been a quiet few months lately. What with the Christmas hangovers and the declining economy I’ve had a little time to do my own work. The Twisted World of Doctor Wombat is still trundling along, but somewhere between releasing an issue every Tuesday and the current time, it’s mutated into a book which means no more sneaky releases here, or anywhere else for that matter (sorry!). Volume One is almost halfway done so fingers crossed it might see publication sometime this year.
In the mean time I’ve been painting… paintings that’ve been likened to that of Tim Burton(!!)… if only I had his hair and pay cheque too huh?
| People came from across the land, | |
| The girl, who gravity ignored, |
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| They tied her to a weighty ball, When she went out to play, Not through spite or malice, So she wouldn’t float away. |
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| We keep him in the cellar, Out of the way, Because we’re afraid, Of what the neighbours would say. |
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| Here comes the ghost of Crazy Legs McGee, He always knows when it’s time for tea. |