Fuck your quirks

Lovely chat with my bar manager at work about satirical cartoonists has led to me unsuccessfully scouring the interwebz for this Tove Jansson (think Moomins) number

Adolf Hitler as a crying baby in diapers, surrounded by Neville Chamberlain and other great European leaders, who tried to calm the baby down by giving it slices of cake – Austria, Poland, Czechoslovakia, etc.

and feeling forever warm and fuzzy from mulled wine. It also reminded me how envious I’ll always be of Steve Bell and his ability to, for a living, sketch down momentary mannerisms/expressions/idiosyncrasies of politicians etc. and turn them into exquisite pastiches of art masterworks. Hence the above. Also, go listen to that banned DJ Shadow set if you haven’t already and listen out for the Danny Elfman. My new years resolutions this year are to get fatter, lazier, less compassionate and less assertive, which by inductive reasoning from previous resolutions should result in me gradually turning into an all-round great guy. Easy peasy.

#friendship

In Jacob’s room in Uxbridge. 

More satisfying than any droste effect paintings. If you live in London, go and gawp at this exhibition when you have a spare 15-? minutes.

It’s okay to feel intimidated by how cool I was in 2001.