Saturday, 21 April 2018

Up On The Roof.

I like this roof. It always make me think of Steve Ditko's rooftops of New York. One would have to have a strong stomach to deal with the heights. i once stood on the roof of the Marvel building in New York, watching the lights wink off as the night drew on and the sounds of the unsleeping city rose up all about. I never had such a sense of restless slumbering as i did on that roof.
            New York is the jewel in Americas crown. Although one of the things I really liked about the city was the idea that a derby hat was cooler head wear than the most bejewelled of crowns. Before I arrived in the city a friend gave me a street map and suggested the most sensible of routes for navigating the grid system.
             Off course I really had no use for it.
             I was in great company and that is the only map that has meaning for me.

Welcome To The Universe.

                                                          (From my sketchbooks.)

Friday, 30 March 2018

Anarchy And Tea.

                                                "Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
                                                  Mere Anarchy is loosed upon the world."
                                                                     The Second Coming/Yeats.
                                                                "More tea,Vicar?"
                                                                       You/Sometime soon.

Fug In The Moonlight.

                                                                (From my sketchbook.)

Time Enough Doodle.

                                                         (From my sketchbook.)
The Doctor once said, actually quite recently, every Christmas is last Christmas. I think every Era is also last Era. Can it really be that this fantastic period in Who is is now just that; history?
              Ah well, we will always have Mondas...

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Human League Travelogue.

I have off late I know not why..Well, actually I do. Found myself listening to The Human Leagues Travelogue and marveling about how long ago I first fell for its cool electronic charms. My mid teen brain was fried by the sounds coming out of my old mono speakers. It all sounded so cool and alien and futuristic yet it had a very English sound to it. The vocals and the strange other worldly lyrics that issued from my carpet bound speakers that seemed to tell me twice told tales of far away places with exotic names where they spent krugerrands instead of pounds, pennies and pence. Where things could be one micron long but weigh more than Saturn. Where you could ask telly genius, and action boffin,James Burke for help.
            I used to pour over this cover. This distant field of snow with a red sky and a sun setting, with straining huskies pulling an intrepid traveler. I used to wonder if they were traveling towards something or fleeing from something. There were small photos of the original line up and band members on the rear sleeve and lyrics too. more than I was used to seeing on an album sleeve or even the inner sleeve. They struck me as young professors or scientists who had learned to make music and I could not imagine them ever appearing on Top Of The Pops. They did off course, with a different line up. And I thought they looked like a Jim Steranko  drawing had come to life. particularly Phil Oakie who looked like Lady Hydra. The cover design for the album made for one of the best home made tee shirts I have ever owned. And I do not own many tee shirts...
             I'm a gentleman, I am..

Purple Is The New Black.

             If there was one person who would play The Game Of Thrones for real it has to be Missy, the renegade Time Lord. Surely none would play with a meaner streak than Missy, with wit and glee., Little Finger would be her Nardole. Cersie beware you are about to have your title as the biggest bitch in Westeros knocked off and kicked into a ditch (her title that is, not Cersie, although this is Game Of Thrones where cruelty clings like an unwanted cardigan.) This is off course non other than the chameleon-like Joanne Alexander getting in touch with her inner Master/Mistress who was kind enough to share these striking pics of the day she laid claim to the Iron Throne. On the same day I was up to my neck ironing shirts for work. Now a lot of people might say mine is a dull life but to those who might be off that opinion I say "I like to read about adventures rather than experiencing them." Just ask that poor Unit soldier standing next to Missy, armed to the teeth and trying not to look nervous. Who can blame him there is such a high mortality rate among Unit troops. The Red Jumper of British Sci-fi. (That is Joanne's sibling Graham who has aided and abetted on more than one alien incursion.)
             The Bitch is dead. Long live The Bitch.