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Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Policy Police 3 beginning to reappear

This one is going to take a little more time. I only did a couple of episodes in book format, so rather than resurrect the old slide shows, I'll re-release this one episode by episode as I get it done. It'll be fun for me, too cuz I can't remember what happens.

Find the story here

I think I'll release the rapid response stories bit-by-bit in parallel. Just because I can.

Saturday, 2 December 2017

Policy Police 2: Up Close and Personalised - now hosted on smackjeeves

Here's the second story all done.

Because this is the book format you get the special Bonus chapter at the end which I don't think I've published online previously.

Task now is to work on PP3 I think, then the stand-alone stories that I collected in Rapid Response. May take me a number of days.

Friday, 1 December 2017

Policy Police: Reaching the LEARNER. Back again

Discovered a couple of days ago that all the links to the Policy Police comics were broken. Andd frankly I can't remember where I had them hosted. So I've decided to upload all the book-format comics on to Smack Jeeves, and then re-do all the links so that they point to those.

So I've got the first comic uploaded. Here.

More to follow. I've got Up Close ready so will maybe upload that tomorrow. But now I'll try and update the links in the STORIES bit

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Trap holes

News today of the Chief Exec of Kensington and Chelsea being "forced to resign". I always think that people like this in the public sector are paid such a lot because they are expected to take the rap when the time comes. The lucky ones manage to see their time through til retirement, but for those unlucky enough to have something bad happen on their watch, they are expected to fall on their sword with good grace.

But these days, as the salaries have increased, they have become more likely to complain about it. Maybe, back ion the day, you went quietly and the "chaps" saw you were all right. Or maybe it was easier to see where the trap holes were, and make sure somebody else was there to fall in.

Friday, 1 July 2016

Brexit and the Policy Police

Now that the dust has settled somewhat, I thought I'd take a few minutes and write about this.

My prophesy for the campaign (see previous post) indeed came true. As soon as one of the "big hitters" for either side opened their gob, I wanted to vote for the other lot. About a week before the big day I found a few of my old policy police cards in a jacket pocket. I thought, "what would the Policy Police do?" And the cards told me....

1. Your friend wasn't so lucky.
This told me that either way there would be losers as well as winners. Either way people I knew would be disadvantaged. The point as not to treat it as a personal thing. It was serious and I had to come to a decision I thought was right in my heart of hearts.

2. And if it all comes crashing down?
In the epilogue to Up Close and Personaliased, Angelus tells the Kid that in that case we pick ourselves up and start again. Having kept sheep for a couple of decades I can recognise the look of dread panic in the eyes of people in work or the media or the stock exchange. With sheep they usually get over it. Or they die. Very occasionally. You just can't keep panic up over the long term. So you pick yourself up and start again.

3. You know what to do.
This was the clincher for me. It was my Martyn Lewis moment. I knew I had to go with my gut instinct. People who know Policy Police know I'm no friend of the State. So the chance of a smaller state trumps the chance of a bigger one. Job done. I knew what to do.

4. Didn't know you had it in you.
It's only afterwards that I've realised the full implication of this. That it was a brave decision. Since, so many people have been having the screaming abdabs and pouring out bile. I now realise I've committed a great faux pas in polite circles. There's a kind of Bateman cartoon in there somewhere. "The man who praised Brexit in the university common room."

At the time I took the card to mean that I had to hold my nose and choose one of the options on the ballot paper. Up until then I had kept alive the 3rd option of drawing a huge cock and balls on the paper. But that wouldn't have been brave. Just silly.

So that's what I did. Voted leave. You can say it's cuz I'm old, or stupid, or a xylophone saxophone thingy. But I regret nothing. And the Policy Police showed the way.

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

I'd laugh, but...

Oh dear. Got my first EU referendum propaganda through the door today. From the "in" side. These things are always so awful - a fake newspaper full of hooky statistics and scaremongering. Makes me want to vote "out". Only I know that as soon as I get a communique from the "out" lot, I'll want to vote "in".

In the end it may well come down to which side aggravates me the least.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Anna Bloom - first drypoint

I bought the ink, but everything else was lying around the place. The plate is a piece of caravan-roof aluminium from when I built a teardrop trailer. I used a needle in a dentist's tool holder (our previous house had been a dental surgery prior to us moving in, so I inherited a lot of grizzly stuff). I'd already made a press for bookbinding from wood and a car jack. Children's craft foam substituted for the felt blanket....

The picture shows my original drawing, the plate and the first print. I'm reasonably pleased with it. I wasn't sure about how the text would come out, but apart from the crabby letter "c", its at least readable. Wondering whether to go over it.