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.

Olympics special (part one)

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.

Abandon all hope…Wooo! YEAH!

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.

North London Curiosity

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.

Just once, I wish this would happen

Posted: December 16, 2011 in Football

This is something I drew a while ago, but I thought I’d share it.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but I’ve not been completely idle (although mostly I have been, obviously). I’ve been writing and drawing epsisodes three and four of Mungo for twohundredpercent.net. Hoping to find some spare time soon to stick up some new stuff in The Sunshine Room.

There’s a scene in the film Notes on a Scandal in which Judi Dench’s character says: “My father followed Charlton and it never seemed to give him much pleasure”. Now, my immediate and obvious reaction to this was: “Charlton, LOLZ!”, but Dench’s line is applicable to most people who support teams other than the small group of rich, successful, dubiously-financed, clubs. However, the lifetime of disappointment, ridicule and frustration is more than compensated for by the occasional days when everything clicks and it briefly feels like you support the best team in the world.

I actually depressed myself a bit drawing this – especially the last panel, featuring worms mocking the rotting corpse of our hero. Still, anyone who wears a replica shirt to the pub kind of brings it on themself.

Apologies for not posting any new stuff for a while; I’ve been pretty occupied doing stuff for the excellent twohundredpercent.net, who have been kind enough to ask me to take on the illustration of their online comic ‘Mungo’. It’s a real honour to be asked to take it on. You can see my first two episodes here and here. If you have time, I’d also encourage you to sit down and read the entire back catalouge, created by the frighteningly talented Dotmund.

How T-shirts are designed in 2011

Posted: August 28, 2011 in Other

I’ve noticed a trend in recent years for high street fashion stores to produce clothing that features the name of a city, a number, a year, and a thing. I was inspired to draw this cartoon a couple of months ago, following a fruitless shopping trip.

Thankfully, I was off my tits on a cocktail of prescription painkillers, so was at least able to derive some pleasure from standing in the aisles of a popular Australian retailer (it was Cotton On) and giggling at their ridiculous T-shirts; my favourite being one that simply read: “Amsterdam and Barcelona”.

A party ruined

Posted: August 12, 2011 in Football

I’m not picking on Chelsea (I am a bit), I just like drawing Roman Abramovich. I’m sure he’ll have the last laugh when he’s watching me be torn apart by a dozen robot sharks beneath his glass-bottomed yacht. In the meantime, I promise this is my last cartoon on the subject for the time being (unless he does something rash in the coming months, which I absolutely doubt).

Next time, something completely unrelated to football. Yes, you may well gasp.

A sarcastic cartoon about West Ham

Posted: August 5, 2011 in Football

The Football League returns this weekend, with those lovable Cockney scamps, West Ham United, finding themselves back in the second tier.

When their relegation was confirmed there wasn’t exactly a national outpouring of sympathy for either the club or its odious owners; some people even seemed to find it funny. Imagine!

However, with a good squad and an experienced manager it won’t be too long before they’re back in the top flight, blowing hard.

Ashley Cole shoots an intern

Posted: July 31, 2011 in Football

We’ve all had jobs we hate, but few of us actually cross the line of taking a firearm into the workplace. I drew this in February, when news broke that professional halfwit, Ashley Cole, had accidentally shot an intern at the Chelsea training ground.

I have to admit a certain level of sympathy for Cole here. Not only does he have to work with John Terry four days a week, he also has to cope with being Ashley Cole seven days a week. I don’t know how stable my behaviour would be in similar circumstances.

This was the first cartoon I’d drawn after a lengthy sabbatical. Eagle-eyed readers will notice that I can’t draw John Terry.