Today’s good thing was kneeling on my studio floor and finishing this drawing off.
I was in good company today.
Laura was in and we talked of many things-
The pill.
Jeremy Kyle.
The Nasty Party’s idea to limit benefit payments.
Farting.
Hanging one of my prints on a toilet wall and colouring it while shitting.

Days with Lady Laura Price are never dull.

This drawing is approx a metre by a metre and a half.
I used coloured pencils and felt pens to draw it.
I will need £1200 from you if you would like to take it home.

Everyone you meet knows something you don’t.

This is part III in an I don’t know how many part series of stop frames of the progress of my latest drawing. 
Scrolling back through this blog you should find some others, if you interested.

This one tells the story of my unpleasant fall from vegetarianism and the foolish choice of venue for my fall.

I am now back on the wagon.
And this wagon carries only edibles that have never had eyes. 

Just in case you wanted to know why you feel so good when you laugh.

Listen to number three of this episode of This American Life.
A David Sedaris story about unusual places human beings will shit.

'I like your cow,' Steve Fletcher told me last week of the drawing I had just finished, ‘but I can’t look at it too long or I’ll get a migraine.’

I’m doing another cow, this time with a bird sitting on it’s back.
I think the cow’s legs are too short and its tits too low.

Here’s a poem about a cow-

The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

Robert Louis Stevenson