Posted: March 17, 2013 in Football
I’m as guilty of this kind of thing as any sports fan. I regularly lounge in my seat at the Sydney Football Stadium and between mouthfulls of pie offer beery advice and constructive criticism to Alessandro Del Piero. Just to outline my credentials: I haven’t kicked a football in over four years and when I was 14 the coach of the team I played for once opted to leave me on the bench and start a match with 10 players.
The pub interior is loosely based on my old local, The Hand in Hand in Brixton. I would often sit in the back room, watching live matches in the company of football critics whose collective tactical genius remained criminally unrecognised by football authorities. England may have won the last two World Cups if the FA had only tapped into this rich vein of thinking.
The pub exterior is based on The Selkirk in Tooting; a fine establishment with a bar billiards table and nice selection of beer. I miss both pubs.
Posted: February 12, 2013 in Football
Just a quick one to add to the enormous volume of Pope jokes currently weighing down the internets. I probably should have put something in there about horse meat lasagne for added originality.
Posted: January 24, 2013 in Other
It’s nice to make a cartoon with a happy ending for a change.
In other news, I’m currently writing a comic book about football. If I can maintain my current rate of progress, it should be finished a few days before the sun dies, sending us all into a swirling vortex of fire. You’ll have other things on your mind, but you’ll still need something to read on the toilet.
Posted: December 3, 2012 in Football
This isn’t as expansive as some of my other cartoons, as I had to skimp on the detail in order to get it out there before Benitez gets the sack. There’s no time for fancy cross-hatching when Roman’s finger is on the trigger.
Posted: September 16, 2012 in Football
Here’s something I drew for my chums over at the Swindon Town web fanzine, The Washbag, as part of their ‘Hall of Shame’ series. It helped to generate a bit of interest in my stuff and resulted in a few more people following this blog, all of whom will unfollow when I post the cartoon I’m currently working on, which is on the subject of Newsnight. Yep.
Posted: August 3, 2012 in The Olympics
Final part of my tenuous Olympic trilogy. Not my best cartoon, but you’re all too busy watching the dressage and thirty different forms of rowing to notice. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to drawing comics about football soon.
Posted: July 26, 2012 in The Olympics
I admit, the connection to the Olympic Games isn’t immediately obvious here. But think about it; what better epitomizes the spirit of the Olympic movement than the act on interrupting a murderous robot lodger in the act of self-abuse? Yeah, exactly.
Part three next week.
Posted: July 24, 2012 in The Olympics
This is the first cartoon in a series of three short ones on the subject of the Olympic security (both human and brand). I was hoping to get them all up before the games commence, but seeing as it starts on Friday night and it’s already Tuesday, it seems unlikely.
Posted: May 8, 2012 in Football
A relatively new phenomenon in modern football is that of the morose supporter realising that his or her misery is being broadcast on the stadium screen and immediately perking up to exhibit near orgasmic levels of joy. This is particularly prevelant at large international football tournaments; keep an eye out for it during the European Championships next month.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything new on here (and even then it was a picture of some testes), as I’ve been working on episodes seven, eight and nine of Mungo for Twohundredpercent, to whom I am extremely grateful for allowing me to take on the doodling for a few months. It was a real treat, but I’m all done now, so I should have a bit more time to post cartoons more regularly in The Sunshine Room.
Posted: February 3, 2012 in Football
I’m not entirely sure what I’m trying to say with this cartoon, but I think I’m suggesting that Harry Redknapp has a scrotum under his chin and within the folds of that scrotum can be seen the face of Arsene Wenger. Yep, that sounds about right.
Of course, this North London testicular jolity is merely a vehicle for me to direct you towards episodes five and six in the latest adventures of the world’s most inept footballer, Mungo McCrackas. There are only three more episodes left until the end of the season, after which I’ll be spending more time working on comics for long-neglected Sunshine Room. Like you care.