Tombstones & Hangovers...

More Monsters!

Yep. More Monsters, that's my motto. If you're sitting there with a pen & paper and nothing to do but whistle, hey! Draw some monsters...

Mylar Boys From Outer Space!

I don't think that this needs any explanation...

Alien Porn!

Yes, I've seen the future, and it's not very nice. Mind you, the past and the present were pretty fucked up too, so let's just get on with it.

It's true: First the Aliens will find us, then bomb the shit out of us, and then they will steal our toilet paper and sell it to wealthy alien clients to keep in perspex cases in museums, or for rich alien perverts to masturbate over. Oh, the bitter irony! Damn those erotic perforations!

Be vigilant. Hide your bog rolls. The aliens are on their way...

Oh, yeah... Enjoy the cartoon!

From the Tomb (Colour Sketch)

This is a coloured sketch of a cover idea that I planned a while back, to send to Peter Normanton when he was publishing his terrific From the Tomb magazine.

"The Curse of The Bone Idol" !!!

Fragment from The Curse of the Bone Idol, by H. Remington Stoutfellow (c. 1842)

"...The guides had all either deserted, died of overwork or been eaten by lions. I was reduced to carrying my own luggage through this blasted jungle. To appease my frustration I was aiming my blunderbuss at a particularly vicious looking porcupine. When a glint of moonlight caught the barrel.

"It was then that I noticed the clearing. 

"I felt the sweat break 'pon my noble brow as I approached the little glade. Here the moonlight was stronger. Unbroken by the trees, it shone like a spotlight  on the ghastly stone figure in the centre of this unholy scab of land. The legends told of a thousand fortunes hidden in its carven belly.

"As I bravely approached the idol, it began to groan and creak like some hellish dining table. And then... then it began to move towards me... " 'Arrgh! It's 'im!' " I cried..."

Okay, that's enough of that...