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A Nice Bit Of Overtime

21 Feb


Husb and I popped down to the city centre yesterday evening to the anti-racism rally. There were a lot of police around, several police cars and a large police van. And about 100 genteel people dressed for the heavy, muggy drizzle (of course, it’s Britain) in duffel coats and kagouls, holding soggy placards and listening politely to speakers with a noisy megaphone. A nice bit of overtime for the local bobbies, makes a change from policing the drunken mayhem in the city centre at weekends. The police were fingering something on their shoulders, I think it was their radios but I’m not sure.

I drew into my steampunk leather-bound sketchbook onto paper I’d prepared with my homemade walnut ink using Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens.


I am putting my series of drawings of ancient Welsh monuments on Artfinder.  If you want to see more, please click on the image below or the Artfinder link at the top right of this page.

St Elvis

Brits In The Sun

12 Aug

Had a few days away from the computer, entertaining some young relatives from abroad. On Thursday we travelled up to Bristol for the annual International Balloon Fiesta with scores of hot air balloons taking to the skies and lighting up and dancing to music in the dark. It was a scorching hot day and thousands of people did that typical thing when Brits get a bit of sunshine; strip off and expose white, alabaster flesh to the burning midday sun, quickly turning marbled red and pink, like acres of large lobsters in the skimpiest imaginable shorts. Not me – I have a HUGE hat and sunglasses and I stay resolutely covered up – I don’t like to have skin like pork crackling 🙂

And the other thing we Brits do in a heatwave? We find the tea bar and sit in the searing heat sipping boiling hot tea.  I was always brought up to drink the hottest possible tea when the weather resembles the inside of a volcano. I don’t know why. But that’s what we do.

Guns, Castrati and my Best British Accent at the Met, NYC

28 Jul

Melvyn snoozing at The Metropolitan Museum of Art NYC

Day two at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. We didn’t cover everything on Day one so we went back and by mid-afternoon we were both shattered. I sat on a bench and asked Melvyn to pose while I drew him. He promptly fell asleep but I carried on drawing. Then a large museum guard with a GUN noticed him and stormed over. So I put on my VERY BEST  British accent,

“Oh I’m SO sorry Officer, I asked my husband to sit for me while I drew him in my little sketchbook here and he dozed off. Silly old thing. IS it a problem?” [big cheesy smile].

He softened straight away.

“That’s OK Maaaaam, perhaps you could just raise him up a bit?” and off he went, smiling.

So I kicked Melvyn and warned him not to doss around in posh world-famous museums where the guards carry GUNS!

The Italian Renaissance painting in the background is a bonkers piece by Andrea Sacchi of Apollo crowning the noted Castrati, Marcantonio Pasqualini, with a very strange bit of bondage going on in the background.

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