Wednesday, 26 August 2009

A design for life?


I have recently signed a multi-million pound deal with S.L.O.A.M.D to supply some images for Seaneen's musings (and who said there wasn't money to be made from misery?).

Watch this/that space.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Monday, 17 August 2009

I'm just a swine baby, all down the line daddy


[Soundtrack] [Click on image to enlarge]
As you know, I've already done my doffing-of-cap to Michael Jackson on Prozacville, but the Bustler 'Live Forever' Michael Jackson Monument competition intrigued me enough to draw another piece.
Here's the spiel:
"The Michael Jackson Fun ™ resort is set to be completed by 2012. One of the largest holiday resorts of its kind, it is to be built in Indiana. Not Indiana, USA, but the man-made Island of Indiana in Dubai, part of The World Island project.
Absolutely all energy needed to run the Fun Resort will be provided by a new (patented) system which allows the extraction of conventional electricity from the physical and psychological suffering of infants (housed beneath the complex in order not to detract from the enjoyment of holiday-makers).
We at Prozacville believe that this solution is in keeping with the unique sublimation employed by Jackson's own wounded inner-child in order to facilitate and generate his art."

UPDATE: My entry is currently scoring quite high on the public feel-the-love-o-meter. Forty-eight hours left to get those votes in.

Friday, 7 August 2009

Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses


A few months back,
the profligate purchases of MPs excreted thousands of column-inches from our so-called newspapers.

Last week, it was discovered that
the police take £6m out of the public coffers to divvy between them (no doubt) and their 'covert human intelligence sources', and no-one bats and eyelid.

[If you're wondering where the comments went on this post: the Metropolitan Police Service 'pocketed' them.]

Sunday, 2 August 2009

I got shit running through my brain, so intense that I can't explain. All alone in my white boy pain, shake your booty while the band complains


Impressed by the scientific rigour of my work, The Turd Clinic on Harley Street has asked me to create a Diagnostic Chart to help their patients get to grips with their shit. Hope you find it useful too.


[Soundtrack] [Larger version of chart]