More Filth I'm Afraid!

This is my entry for Last week's caption competition and to be honest, I dithered a bit. I was in two minds as to whether I should commit this to cyber-paper or not, because of the subject matter. In the end, and with time running out (I had twenty minutes), I held my nose and took the plunge.
The figure on the left is Bill Clinton and the figure on the right is Monica Lewinsky. I don't think I really need to say any more than that, do I?
I don't think it's too bad for such a hurried piece, but I have noticed that I am developing a bit of a tic in my cartoons. An awful lot of people have their hands on their hips.

Carry On Cartooning

Ooh Matron! I've got it in! This cartoon is in the latest edition of The Jester: The Monthly Magazine of The Cartoonists' Club of Great Britain. The theme this month was innuendo. I'll just say this; it was a very smutty, filthy read and very funny.
I don't think any other nation uses the double entendre like the British do. I think we like to slip one in at any given opportunity. No matter how difficult a situation may be, I feel we always rise to the occasion. We maintain a stiff upper something or other (etc. etc.).
The chap in bed is loosely based on Sid James. The nurse is loosely based on Shirley Eaton. After several, miserable attempts to draw a pretty woman I decided to use Gil Elvgren as a template artist. In closing, I'll just say this; if you put your thingy over the picture and click it, you can see it get bigger. Fnarr fnarr!

A Very Quck Redrawing

Here we are, as promised, a re-working of the Einstein cartoon. Einstein, not Arthur Brown. It was drawn very, very quickly because I just wanted to get a better idea of a smug posture.
That's all. Let's move on shall we?

EDIT: So bloody quick I missed out an I in the title and forgot to include the caption!

Einstein Said Eeh Equals Em See Squared.

This is my entry for the last Cartoonists' Club of Great Britain's Caption Competition. I thought up and drew this too quickly. Why do I keep rushing all the time? In future I am going to will myself to slow down and take more time. Having said that I don't think this is too bad an effort. The smug expression on the teacher's face is just about right, but I now realise his body posture is completely wrong. This is one cartoon that I am going to re-work and I shall show you the result at a later date.
Perspective isn't bad, is it? Not perfect, but not bad.

That Warm, Golden Inner Glow of Smugness.

Every now and again a whirling mass of chaos and unpredictability gels together and spreads a rosy light throughout one's personal skyscape. I didn't win this week's Cartoonists' Club Caption Competition, nor did I come second or third. I suppose it could be argued that, truth be told, I came fourth and that ain't bad at all. All well and good, I hear you say, but so what? Well, gentle reader, so this! Three rather eminent cartoonists had very nice things to say about my cartoon this week. To save you the effort of hunting through the salient thread in which they occurred, I shall pick them out for you.
Steve Bright of Bananaman and The Sun fame said this:
Excellent work all round, folks, but for me this week, The Great Brendini nailed it with a wonderfully poignant, painful and pathos-laden Brian, which I struggled to find for my own cartoon, and failed. Perfect expression - love it!
Roger Kettle, author of Beau Peep in The Star and Horace in The Mirror,said:
Steve, I forgot to mention that I agree with you about Brendan's gag. It JUST missed my vote but it was a sad/funny little gem.
Royston Robertson, contributor to such magazines as Reader's Digest, New Statesman, Private Eye and countless others, agreed by saying:
I liked Brendan's as it nailed the fact that whatever mundane thing you're doing, your whole life has been leading up to it! And somehow slicing the top off a boiled egg seemed perfect. Great expression on Brian's face.
THAT is so what? I can't remember being so big headed for ages!  

I Don't Remember, I Don't Recall...

Hard to believe that, as a phenomenon, Punk is nearly forty years old. Yet the imagery is still a very potent one for rebellion and non-conformance.
Punk came along at a time in my life when I felt a bit rootless. I was too young to be a hippy and deemed by the hip, young gunslingers to be a dinosaur, because I listened to prog rock bands like King Crimson and Genesis. They had a point. When I first heard White Riot at a party, I thought it was an unmelodic row. Now, the Clash get played on Radio2.
I feel a bit betrayed. I come from proud working class stock. I went to a Secondary Modern (later a Comprehensive) School and I still carry some barely discernable socialist hormones in my biological make-up. To be told by a privately educated, older than me in years, Punk that I'm a dinosaur still annoys. Joe Strummer may have been a lovely bloke and remained true to his principles, but to label me and other people like me in that manner and from that position in life strikes me as hypocrisy.
Silly, isn't it? Forty years on and I still get cross.

A Tribute to Martin Honeysett

This week's competion was a tribute to the recently deceased master, Martin Honeysett. The entries were all equally brilliant to my eyes.
This was a really interesting personal excercise. Before I even started, my subliminal amalgam of Honeysett cartoons in my mind was of anger. The strongest sense was that of 'angry eyes'. Research soon dispelled this notion as the cartoons I revisited (with great joy)depicted broadly happy faces (if in usually macabre circumstances). His style also changed quite dramatically over the years and yet remained "Honeysett" throughout. 
So why did I have a sense of 'angry eyes'? I think it came from one single cartoon. Two bears are changing into teddy bear costumes. One bear angrily remarks to another, "If there's one thing worse than being in a zoo, it's being in a children's zoo." 
An amazing week. Circumstances prevented me from voting, I'm glad to say. I couldn't have made a final choice.