Beau Peep Notice Board
Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Diane CBPFC on February 25, 2013, 05:13:38 PM
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As usual, I wasn’t even nominated. :(
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Years ago, when such awards existed, Beau Peep was nominated for "Cartoon Strip of the Year". Andrew and I were invited down to London for the ceremony in the Cartoonist Pub, just off Fleet Street. It was hinted in the invitation---which was made by phone---that our 800 mile round trip would be "worthwhile". So off we went, fully acknowledging the stiff competition but quietly working on our acceptance speech. When the winner was announced---and it wasn't Beau Peep---I managed to put on my gallant loser's face. Andrew, on the other hand, said, rather too loudly "You're joking---that **** isn't even ******* funny".
Since then, I've not been a great fan of award ceremonies.
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At least you weren't in a ballgown.
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Actually...
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Years ago, when such awards existed, Beau Peep was nominated for "Cartoon Strip of the Year". Andrew and I were invited down to London for the ceremony in the Cartoonist Pub, just off Fleet Street. It was hinted in the invitation---which was made by phone---that our 800 mile round trip would be "worthwhile". So off we went, fully acknowledging the stiff competition but quietly working on our acceptance speech. When the winner was announced---and it wasn't Beau Peep---I managed to put on my gallant loser's face. Andrew, on the other hand, said, rather too loudly "You're joking---that **** isn't even ******* funny".
Since then, I've not been a great fan of award ceremonies.
Don't tease, Roger. You must tell what the winning cartoon was.
(I will accept the answer by PM, email, carrier pigeon etc, if you want to keep it private. ;))
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It could be any other bloody strip in the papers (apart from Horace, of course). If it had been Shuggie and Duggie I would have started throwing chairs.
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It could be any other bloody strip in the papers (apart from Horace, of course). If it had been Shuggie and Duggie I would have started throwing chairs.
If it had been George and Lynne, I would have started throwing up.
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It was neither of those, so relax. It would be unfair to name the strip but, actually, I rather liked it and had no great problem losing out to it. (I admit Andrew was slighly less gracious). No, my problem was with the "nudge-nudge" phonecall the previous week which hinted heavily that our journey would be worthwhile. Given that we'd been members of this cartoonists' organisation for some time and had NEVER been contacted by them before, I admit that we were...ahem...working on our winners' speech. The trouble is that these organisations are based in central London with most of the members a tube-ride away. I genuinely believe that they don't understand what's involved for anyone outside the Home Counties. For Andrew and me, that meant two days off work, two six-hour train journeys and an expensive night in a London hotel. I'll say again that I had absolutely no problem with Bristow (oops!) winning---it was a great, quirky little strip---but the result was already known by the time we were contacted and asked to attend. Given our geographical location and the time and cost involved for us, it was a bit naughty to suggest we were stick-on winners.
When "Beau Peep-The Musical" is up for an Oscar, I probably won't go.
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Bristow?
Line drawing of Arthur Lowe??
Well I ask you...is there no justice in the world? >:(
I bet he doesn't even have a fab fan site.
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Oops...yes he does actually. :-[
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I just spent 4 hours in a very cold school gym judging the division level of a youth speaking contest. There are three judges for each category; we got two categories to judge today. Both categories only had two speakers and the two that I voted for to win both came in second. The point being… judging sucks.
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All right, I like Bristow too.
I agree with Roger, it was typical of the London-centric chattering classes who can't even conceive of a world further North than Bishop's Stortford. It's amazing how rapidly this myopia descends on people, even if they didn't originate from London. Once they start living there, they become besotted by the place, adopting reactionary attitudes and nowhere else matters. No wonder everyone else hates the bastards.