So, following a four year break from cartooning, I’ve been lulled out of retirement. Partly because the exciting office job that drew me away from drawing turned out to be, well, an office job. Partly because Twitter now exists, so people might actually see my work. Partly because I now have a computer that won’t freeze for ten minutes every time I try to draw a line. Mostly though, it’s thanks to the catastrophic attack of amnesia and stupidity that led the befuddled masses of Britain to elect Cameron’s army of salivating ghouls to parliament, allowing them to resume their campaign of victimising the weak and selling off the nation’s few remaining assets. I don’t expect to bring down the government with cartoons, but if I can make just one Tory or Lib Dem voter think to him or herself, “Yeah, what a fucking ridiculous arsehole I was to vote for these parasitic, privileged, self righteous, thieving, corrupt, chinless wraiths” then my work will be done.
If you are not one of the seven or eight people who saw my stuff last time I bothered doing anything, here are some examples of old cartoons:
From when Boris Johnson was actually elected to be in charge of a proper capital city.
From when Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall did stuff to chickens.
From when the Olympics made everyone realise China existed.
From when Blair’s insanely delusional self regard brought on the terrifying speculation that he might end up being President of Europe.
From when lizard creatures invaded.