In May, my friend Emily persuaded me to spend my monthly day off painting a mural in her new bedroom. Now, I raised an eyebrow at first, because I'd already painted three in her old room. But the hard fact remained, she was getting too big for that one and besides, it was going to be needed by her new baby bro. "I want Lions and monkeys" she said. "And I'd like you to paint them free-hand with acrylics. It's okay if the lion is a plagerised generic 1950's kinda deal, and if a third monkey escapes to another part of the room, say, to hang off the light switch".
I've painted on five walls in that house now. Enough is enough. I'm booking her father a vasectomy. I'll perform it myself if I have to.
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Heh heh heh, gold. Thanks again Si, you rule. It doesn't help with getting her to go to sleep any earlier, mind you. But on the plus side, she has started eating bananas.
This is proper good Ganer!
Love Jamie (Tommy Lee is my stalker address. You know how it is...)
Jamie, you little minx! Thanks!
For a tattooed anarchist you've got quite a cutesy side. I've still got copies of all the cards you did for Portico. Top stuff.
Well... Emily rejected my poll tax riot design.
Oh, the lion reminds me of the lion in Bonjour, Happy Lion! I loved that book when I was little.
Good call, Jennifer! There's a preview of the book here.
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