A new picture in a slightly different style, I wasn’t using my usual Pilot HiTech V7 and had to use a fiber tipped ZIG. The ZIG doesn’t do curves so the image was done entirely in straight lines.

I was thinking more about statistics the other day and found some really odd ones. Apparently there are 5310 hospitalisations a year due to trouser related injuries. This compares quite favourably though when you compare that to sock injuries, that stands at 11,788. This all seems small fry though when you consider 67,000 people will be injured opening pre packed sandwiches.

That actually means if you live in Coventry all things being equal you are more likely to be a victim of sandiwiches than of a violent attack against ones person.

Think about that next time you walk down the street after having been to the bakery. You are holding litterally a lethal weapon.

Another quick sketch done on holiday, I forgot last time that Gary Colman’s pub (thanks sniv I didn’t know his surname) wasn’t actually the strangest pub I went into. The strangest pub was in Arncliffe, this was kind of strange in a good way.

The pub from the outside looked perfectly normal. The first thing you saw when you went in was a large stuffed fox on a table. The next thing was a large stuffed grouse on a perch. Inside it was like going back in time by about 100 years. The place had a great shabby old feel to it. Then there was the bar, well I say bar but it was actually a converted cupboard, the barman behind the bar was slightly out of the ordinary as well, we has wearing a green suit which looked like it had been breakfast for a colony of moths. He also had a pair of the thickest glasses I have ever seen so his eyes looked kind of like goldfish bowls.

I was thinking well I’ll order a drink. Then I thought, hang on a sec he doesn’t have any beer pumps of any kind. So I asked if they had any draught beer and the reply was “yes sir, we have Taylors “, so I said “any others ?”, “no just Taylors”, “I’ll have 2 pints of Taylors”. He put 2 pint glasses on the bar top and then vanished under the bar. 30 seconds later he brings up a jug of foaming beer and pours it into the glasses. “that’ll be 4.20, sir”. I gave him the money and he put it in the till, well I say till but it was actually just a large wooden box with a pile of coins about a foot high.

The beer tasted wonderful.
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Portrait was this weeks illustration Friday topic. Been doing a few of those !

Anyway Yorkshire was great, apart from the local pub which was quite frankly barking mad.
We went there on the first night for a meal and it was slightly odd as the manager was a black midget called Gary who looked almost exactly like the footballer Robbie Earnshaw. The waiting staff consisted of a chinese girl wearing a bright pink bra who could not speak a word of English and a 6 foot 4 bodybuilder skin head who looked like an eastern european hitman.

Well there were about 8 tables attempting to eat and it was obvious something was wrong as Gary was pacing up and down like he’s snorted a bucket of speed. It was a total disastor for everyone eating as the Chinese waitress didn’t manage to deliver a single thing to the correct table. When they did the food was either stone cold or half missing.

Gary ended up giving free drinks to just about everbody in the pub and it didn’t actually seem like they had a cook in the kitchen as when we sent the duck back as it was cold then Gary mysteriously dissapeared for half an hour. There was not one table in the pub that had actually managed to eat their meals all at the same time. One blokes Mushy peas were missing from his fish and chips, then Gary said oh they are here now, quicker than I expected. That was because the cook hadn’t actually defrosted them.

The best bit though on the way out. Gary on the phone at the bar, he said something like “oh the new chefs on the phone, does anyone speak Estonian ?”.