Sticks akimbo

Me and my stick waving chums performing at Rufford Old Hall. You can see my right leg, pantalooned up, very clearly, 3rd from the front, left hand row.

Corrrr!

She really is a bit of a feisty bird. And if I was Sid James or Reg Varney I'd have to say 'cor blimey, get a load of that'. Lady Norkington, like a fine malt whisky, continuing to improve with age. 'I say...'

Saddle & Bridle

Some chums at SB Design in Liverpool asked me to design a beer label along with 99 other designers for their limited edition range of beers. All for charity, The Art Fund. My brief was Saddle and Bridle. Here you go.

Kaiser Chief

In this year of remembrance, someone pointed out my facial similarity to one of the chief protagonists. Not sure if I agree, mind.

Tittle ye not

A slightly fuzzy Peregrine McPomfret about to partake in a Yuletide perambulation. McPomfret was a guest of Lady Norkington over the festive period. No tittle-tattle please.

Foul play at Whitewell

Detective Chief Inspector Peregrine Pomfret of The Yard made an unexpected discovery at The Inn at Whitewell a few days before Christmas while he was there as a grouse shooting guest of old Squiffy 'Benjy' Casey . A murder no less, and fowl play was suspected. The perpetrator of this heinous crime? Only one of Engelbert Humperdinck's old birds. It'll be a while before they 'release' her...

Strictly clog dancing

I am now a fully fledged stick-wielding, bell-clad, clog-wearing, velvet waistcoated morris dancer after months of practising. I must thank the patience of my teachers at the scout hut for that. Huzzah and pip-pip.