When my good friend, and the only person I will allow to address me as 'dude', Simon Lewis of The Gate Films suggested that we had a meeting at his new HQ building site, we quickly realised that there was no meeting room. Hey presto, from the nether regions of his location 'Funbus' Si amazingly procured the required furniture, thus facilitating our high powered meeting.
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.
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...'
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.
In this year of remembrance, someone pointed out my facial similarity to one of the chief protagonists. Not sure if I agree, mind.
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.
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...
