Journey Fashion Daily Doodle #3

Which set of captions do you prefer and why? This journey outfit consists of a few layers as temperatures between stations, carriages and times of day vary so much in England. That’s the science bit. The rest is a farce. I keep planning a quick page and then it ends up being something else as soon as I start drawing. Maybe that’ll get ironed out, the more I draw everyday. Do you like how I’ve drawn myself as though I’m looking in the mirror? It’s because I was remembering my reflection

This is my quick version of a normal fashion blog but I haven’t put prices on as for a start that bag’s so old it’s probably doubled by now (cost not value. It’s worth less than a pound. Also, when it’s full, I carry it like a bean bag. Not a look I’ve ever planned).

And this is the honest review page which fashion blogs don’t generally go for. I wonder why? Do you think sponsorship might dry up? Feel free to direct me to blogs that look like this:

Apologies for poor quality of photos again, I was on a first class train to Manchester by the time I did them. Yes, first class because, according to the back of the packet of my minature bag of complimentary free crisps, ‘I’m worth it’. I nearly spat out my three complimentary tic tacs.

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Another Advertisement for Art School – Daily Doodle #2

Another Advertisement for Art School

Today’s Daily Doodle was meant to be a comic strip about choosing clothes to suit a) long journeys by car and train b) two gigs and c) a London rehearsal day – as that’s what my outfit has to do this weekend. Luckily for people bored of blogs where outfits are analysed, my child came and sat on my head.


Tomorrow – I’m on a train so I may be attempting my enormous Kate Bush gig review. It spanned several days of thinking about it.
Ps ‘Another Advertisement for Art School’ is me being sarcastic. I’ve ended up in an ill fitting flesh coloured body suit, leaping about to virtually no one. But I am very happy to be doing so nonetheless


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Eff Off Fashion – Daily Doodle #1

Today’s doodle ‘Treat Day, Aged 42’ was meant to document the happy little moments in my day so far but I got waylaid after drawing what I’m wearing today.


Don’t worry, I’m not going to do a middle aged woman’s anti fashion blog. I have far too many books to read, friends and family to see, writing to learn and sketches to complete.

Apologies for bad grammar (I also just spelt grammar wrong and it auto corrected)

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Pottery inspired by Bloomsbury Group and Tony Hancock in The Rebel

Last Xmas we decided not to buy each other presents but to do a days pottery together instead. Of course I had some presents as well, I’m someone who starts looking forward to Xmas in June

So I chose to do painting on pottery which our tutor hadn’t done before. He mainly runs throwing workshops. But I did throwing at Art School and I love drawing so he let me have a go at painting. I was left to my own devices which was ideal

First I had a look at Thomas Toft. I couldn’t do slipware but I liked the way he used the shape of the plate and those simple cross hatching borders. Plus portraits are my favourite. I can’t draw a view without sticking a fizzog in it somewhere
Sketches (these were never meant to be shown to anyone)

He did great eyebrows. I’d really like to do slipware (I’m not sure it’s called that)

Then for some reason I got distracted and started looking at the artwork used in The Rebel. I tried to imagine the paintings on pots. I’m not sure how I got to that from Thomas Toft

And my own cartoon doodles. I had used watercolours for these ideas because I was going to be painting on plates, not drawing and I’m VERY rusty. I’ve never done proper watercolours, I just use it for colouring in. I tried stretching paper and all that but ended up with this tiny bit of posh paper that had taken days to prepare and almost nothing seemed special enough to be painted on it. That’s no good

Anyway, when it came to it, my plans went out the window. The night before I looked at John Ryan’s mermaids (Captain Pugwash. They wouldn’t have encouraged that on Fine Art) because one of the people receiving a pottery plate decorated by me is a big pirate fan
This was the first one


I enjoyed mixing all the colours (except black and yellow) to make subtler tones. We didn’t really know how these would come out but it was such fun to do that I didn’t really care

That mouth had gone wrong but I like the scale of this one. And the TT inspired eyebrows (also inspired by Matisse). We didn’t know if mistakes could be rubbed out or not.



When they were glazed they had a lovely finish. We really weren’t sure if the paint would show up at all

The apple is there for scale. I forgot that apples aren’t a uniform size

That one is for Jimi Hendrix


It turned out that more is more. The more I filled every bit with pattern and colour, the more I liked them. I took the first few plates to warm up. When I go back to do more I think I’ll be better equipped right from the off. At first I was a bit foxed


That was the last one I did. I also did a teapot but I forgot to photo it and now it’s too dark. The workshop was four hours
If you’d like me to paint you a dinner service, personalised mug, plate or teapot, get in touch. I loved doing this so much that I’ll be happy to do more

We were so pleased when they came out, we plan to develop some designs and maybe a workshop together if we get time
Bye for now

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Cornish Bumpkin Braves London During August

All right?
Apparently, according to Sheila from the Jolly Roger in Falmouth, if you want to go past Plymouth, you need to wear a bum bag under all your clothing and it’s thick fog past Bristol.

Sheila went to Exeter once for half an hour and then fled back home because there was too much traffic.

Bearing that in mind –

Redruth raised Joanna Neary is trekking all the way to London Town with her brand new character comedy show in a sports bag. Not alone this time, but in the company of Those Of Many Voices

(Dyball, Kerr and Pad Mclean. To include, to be honest, quite a few annoying voices and some extraordinary nervous tics).

Idiotic Neary is full of hope and has booked a National Express coach way in advance in order to do two very sweet little festivals and would be chuffed to bits if you joined her there.

Please feel free to spread the word as this show will end up in Edinburgh in 2015 and won’t be in London again for yonks.

If all else fails, the Cornish Pasties at Victoria Station have really improved. Especially if you can get one straight out of the oven instead of rescuing one from the day-long warming plate.

First up, Phoenix Fringe at Cavendish Square, near Oxford Circus, 7th August at 7pm till 8pm.

And then the lovely Camden Fringe too at the funky cool time of 9.30pm till 10.30pm at Camden’s Camden Head in Camden, London. This one is for TWO NIGHTS. Even scarier but also exciting. What does a bumpkin do for the inbetween bit? Install safely into the science museum shop with a discreet pack lunch? Of course. What else is there to do?
Proper Job.


And that’s Pad Mclean who will be making his debut as East Yorkshire’s Jimi Hendricks. He thinks he’s about to hit the big time. Please don’t let him down. We really need upwards of 11 people, ideally.

Proper job again

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The Shoplifting One. Trago Mills Final Installment

Anyone who has been to Trago Mills will know that time moves differently there

This is a true story


Names have been changed in this one to protect the identity of my relative





Two pens. But when? How? Crash zoom by a Luddite




Honestly, the managers narration about where we’d been, in what order, in what manner (you then proceeded via the second floor stairs…) went on and on and on…

Here’s the upside down bit. It was fun to draw – suggesting the list continues as nauseum on the reverse of my scroll map – but probably annoying to read




Oops. ‘Tomb’ is Walter’s nickname. Too tired to go back and re photograph.
Hopefully, Trago Mills will remember this episode with fondness too and see my blog as a sort of advert. I’d certainly want to check out a luxury bookmark carousel only one aisle away from catering sized tubs of Flumps and I know many others who will almost definitely make the journey to have a look too. But none of them shoplift, unlike Walter, my third cousin twice removed.
And finally. A lovely cartoon from a twitter friend in homage to Trago.Thank you to Zoe Alker

Ps the yellow thing is a Rowe’s pasty

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Kenny Of Falmouth

Thursday 23rd July. Harbour Lights
About two years ago, aged 18, I went to the British Legion Club on a Saturday night with Becky, Jerry, Jan, Shirley, Lucinda and her cousins and Kenny.

Kenny’s estimated age is 76. He pretends to be a captain of the seas but rumour has it, he’s never set foot on a boat. He sells mackerel for 50p each from a bucket outside Tesco. The real captain in Falmouth told Kenny to take his white-washed peaked hat off.
Anyway, back to the Legion. Kenny and I were the first on the dance floor and the band was a Country and Western type. We gave it the full works’ and everyone applauded and laughed.

Shirley and Jan said it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen which upset me greatly.

Me and Becky used to do keep fit moves at Shades. We hadn’t even drunk; we couldn’t afford it.

But that night at the Legion, I had fun but didn’t expect that laughter.



To be fair to the people who we’re laughing, we must have been a sight. Anyway, for the following two years, after the suggestion that we take our act to London, Kenny ‘has been looking for me’. Today he came into Harbour Lights.

Connie thought he’d taken a liking to me

She winked and me and said ‘get on with your work’

Kenny- Jo. Will you come to the Legion with me on Saturday night and we’ll dance like we did before; and Becky’ll come too
Jo- I’m working. Maybe next Saturday.
Kenny- ok. Saturday week.

At this point, Connie dragged me away, Kenny mouthed ‘she’s mad’ about Connie and Connie told me not to talk to him or he’ll be encouraged to come back all the time. So I went and hid behind the spatulas and heard him calling ‘Jo! Jo!’ So I popped my head up

I didn’t go the following week. It would be odd to really. But it’s a shame, it was everso innocent and I did love to dance.


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