I've had an increase in orders for my London Marathon print over the last few weeks. It's lovely when that happens. Not only does it make me feel good that people like my artwork but I know that people are gearing up for the run.
I grew up on a diet of air shows. Airshows and semolina. Airshows, semolina and Top of the Pops to be precise. Both my dad and my grandad worked at the RAF Museum in Hendon when I was younger, so I spent a fair bit of my childhood wandering around the planes and the display cabinets filled with uniforms and medals.
I watched the launch of Spacex' Falcon Heavy the other night. The gap between what I think is possible and what others believe they can do is vast. I generally think I've had a good week if I remember to talc the swimming hats before the next lesson.
...1) use tweezers and 2) eat pistachio nuts. The first is obvious, it hurts. The second, because I found a dead crispy earwig burrowed inside one. Still, none of this has any relevance except it was a slightly more intriguing opener than me bleating on about how busy I have been over the past few months. I have been busy though. Too busy to write about being busy.