Sketches

Welcome to the gallery. Just a collection of random bored pen scufflin.

Nothing in this world can parallel to the utter bottled hatred I hold for B.J. de Mooi from Eggheads.

If I could just get my hands on that smarmy shit-cunt ballbag for one second, Id rip his slimey throat out and feed it to a part beaten rabies riddled hogbeast. The man oozes putrid arse grease from every cavity. In fact, if there was ever a possibility of Steven Seagal and the cold black still-beating heart of Gary Glitter meeting together in pod 3 of Seth Brundells teleport machine, this cretinous shite would be the hellbound result.

Kurt Cobain finds out Carol Vorderman is leaving Cuntdown.

The world is your canvas.

Especially at New Years.

Took me 8 tins of cheap pit-spray from the pound shop and a coat of marigold to remove these masterpieces. Swear I was still trippin from the fumes a day and a half later.

through the looking glass

the chair

On the opposing wall we see a stark contract to the jolly chair flag, waveyman hands contempory style and delve deeper in to insanity.

I call this next one, ’shoe’ (it was originally going to be called ’shit’ but a pang of guilt made me backtrack).

shoe

and finally to the right we have ‘Another Cheeseburger Please, Jonathon’, signed by Batman himself.

another chesseburger please Jonathon.

crackhouse

kiss

huff on this like mush

Gook Wan

Cunty Cowell

Seriously though, what is the deal with Simon Cowells hair style? How the fuck is it possible to have centre parting on a flat top?!