Yes it’s that time again where I ask you to now leave this wonderful hive of activity and go visit Spazzmoid. This week begins the enchanting story of how I put the moves on/assaulted a girl in a plastic tube. Read it here

Plus I also drew a fun pick of B.A and Murdock for A Team week over on Micks if anybody cares which I strongly suspect you don’t.

Heh, I can share things now with recrimination as the comments are gone. I bought Kamen Rider pyjamas, should have them next week. My mate Colm submitted one of my illustrated blogs to the Irish Blog Awards, to be honest I hate all the other Irish blogs out there, I have no dealings with them, no blogroll or links. Everybody is too busy pulling their pud anyway to read blogs anymore.

My Dead Mother in Space comic on Spazzmoid

Hey hey, remember me. Still don’t know what the story is with the comments is on the site so I really should take this opportunity to admit to lots of things without getting slagged. Lots of things happening, mad busy with illustration work and an nice little animated short.

Here’s a recent one for Topps, I love this kind of stuff.

Lashing rain the past week here in Spain and my studio is freezing. Hard to recall the sweltering summer where I just wore a pair of shorts all day and slept with a fan on. I’ve slept with a few fans before. ZING! No I’d have to put the fan that I assembled right beside my bed and I could never relax thinking that it would come undone, fall on me and chop off my mickey.

Hey hey. Comments aren’t appearing now for some reason. The new site is nearly ready anyway. So if you want to say something to me just write it on a holy communion bread wafer and eat it

Hey chumbles! I misplaced the sketchbook where I drew the last page of ‘I wuzz nicked’ so I dug an ancient comic out of my zip disks.
No Curtains is a comic from nearly 10 years ago and the theme still annoys. I don’t think it’s too much of a problem now but for years you would see it all over Dublin, especially in Tallaght.

Why do these weirdos want you to see into their front room? I think it’s such an odd psychological trait.

Here’s some shit prank call to Bord Gais but I laughed at it. It’s so dopey.

I stopped listening to the news or reading papers about 3 years before I left Ireland, it just annoyed and depressed me. Nothing happens. It’s a small place really. I have heard from two foreigners that lived in Ireland that they found it odd that road deaths made it on to the national news. It got me thinking and now when I check the Irish headlines I do screenshots of examples of just how little there is going on.

Example one: Somebody’s Granddad died

Example two: There have been no accidents.

Ridiculous. I check Google Ireland every morning and then in the night and usually the same non stories are still up there, some times for two days.

That’s the noise The Transformers make when they transfrom and roll out. It’s Transfromers week on Eclectic Micks this to celebrate Nick’s new book which he done wrote and drewed on his lonesome like. I got to do Guzzle, a chap that turns into a tank. See the finished version here. Pencils below.

I loved Transformers. The music always reminds me of Sugar Puffs.

Haven’t posted any comic work in ages. Sort of because I’ve realised that most people don’t have any interest in my drawings but instead want to hear about me whacking off into a towel.

Well here are a few snippets from my favourite Twisted Tales yet. Another 96 panel epic called the Jeweler.

Third part of I wuzz nicked is up on Spazzmoid today.

I found this mental comic too which I really liked.

I bought a little Kinder Surprise plastic soldier dude on ebay last week, I had it in 1987 and I loved him, he was like a Lego man but sort of evil and was always the baddy when I played. The one that I ordered isn’t the exact one but it looks close. So yesterday I bought a new Kinder Surprise egg to see what’s happening and they really can’t get any worse. Even the little yellow egg has changed to a non choking hinged thing, the chocolate was always shit but the toys..Jesus…no comment.

Oh yeah and speaking of choking, that film Choke is the worst piece of shit I’ve ever seen. Awful. Last year was a bad year for films for me in general. UP was good.

Everybody knows that I listen to Stern everyday, haven’t missed a show in three years. My favourite dude Artie Lange is off the show after trying to kill himself and the show just isn’t the same. He has his problems and that was part of the charm, yes he’s a depressed, lying drug addict but he was the highlight of my day. I’ve been making alternate plans for when Sterns $500 five year contract is up next year but now that the final year is without Artie I’m already losing interest.

It’s a killer. The show is still a million times better than any lame radio or TV programme out there and it really eased the pain of having a day job. Each show is five hours so it would cover most of the working day for me. Okay enough with the Stern, it’s like a football fan rabbiting on when you have no interest but even if you don’t like him you can’t deny how good the Robin songs are.

Everyday before she reads the news there’s a new song that the listeners send in and here are a few of the best. Shoot my goo on Robin’s big black boobs.