the pun also rises.

Don't forget to follow #mondaypunday on Tumblr for a new pun every week and news of my "It's a Punderful Life" book, to be published in 2014!

updates

I've updated the SkyCats gallery. (Click here)

designer breeds

Iguanas on a minibus?

MAMNT! MAMNT!

Hmm, doesn't have quite the same ring to it...

my artistic process

Sometimes, If I'm feeling particularly saucy, I'll replace "cats" with "pugs".

cats & cartoonists & videos

I'm taking part in a couple of exhibitions in the upcoming months...
Cats & Cartoonists at Orbital Comics, London
Not For Rental at 71a Gallery, London
and I'll be signing things and generally making a fool of myself at the grand opening of Mama San's new website in Brighton.

daddy

Happy Father's Day to all the daddies... but especially my wonderful Dad
(You know who you are!)
Oops! Well, apparently Father's Day is NEXT Sunday... But the sentiment still stands!

roll up! roll up!

Coffee: A Love Letter

 

I have spent today sick in bed with some kind of flu which I can only assume is due to the terrible weather. (It was 4 degrees this morning! FOUR! It's nearly June!) So I took the opportunity to do a bit of writing. So here it is, my ode to the delicious bean juice that is coffee. It's not perfect, but like any former Girl Guide, I did my best... Enjoy!

I do not remember the taste of my first ever cup of coffee, but I do remember spilling most of it down the front of my Space (remember them?) 1998 UK tour T-shirt. Perhaps not the most auspicious beginning for a serious relationship that has continued now for over a decade, but as somebody who spilled, and continues to spill, things on herself on a fairly regular basis, nothing to actively discourage me on my path to caffeine addiction.

I had decided, at the tender age of thirteen, slumped on the sofa watching my Il Postino video for the tenth time, to become Italian. Being Italian, as far as I could tell, really just involved eating pizza and pasta and drinking a lot of coffee. Now, this was something that I could do. OK, I conceded, Italians probably didn’t drink Nescafé Gold Blend from a mug shaped like Winnie the Pooh’s head, but I was working with what I had available to me at the time. Plus, I really liked Pizza.