Get me a job

[Malc]

Yes, Tarks, that would be you in Shrewsbury, but my original plan was to drive to that area and then knock on your door as well as anyone who lived in a fifty mile area.

I quickly realised that was too ambitious, and settled for waving as I flew by on the train.

I'm staying at a hotel in Bayswater which advertised itself as a 3 star modern, light and airy affair with internet access, cable, etc.

It's an effing DUMP!!! Scuff marks on all walls, cracked plaster, and single rooms masquerading as doubles to the extent that I can't get my cupboard door open because the room contains twin beds.

There are gangs of idiots sitting on the pavements around the corner all drinking and singing, and the concierge has frequent disagreements in Arabic with large swarthy men in long black coats.

It's not like I paid bottom dollar to book a room here, either. What a rip-off.

[Vulture]

Poor Malc. You'd have done better to go to a Travel Lodge.

For Bayswater (sounds posh, doesn't it?) read seedy Paddington.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Yes, Tarks, that would be you in Shrewsbury, but my original plan was to drive to that area and then knock on your door as well as anyone who lived in a fifty mile area.

I quickly realised that was too ambitious, and settled for waving as I flew by on the train.

That was me in the Skoda at the level crossing in Gobowen. Could you not have managed more than one finger in that wave?

[Malc]

That wasn't a finger.

I went to the Cartoonist pub tonight, no I didn't get the night wrong, it was part of my aimless wander around London with a few art galleries and tube journeys thrown in. My dicky knee has suffered badly as a result, so I'll wander less tomorrow, just stick to the tube.

I shall make the trip back to Shoe Lane tomorrow night about 5-5.30pm, as the barman advised that's when the cartoonists start rolling in.
Pretty quiet when I was there, the barman seems a nice chap. Three quid forty pee for a pint of Guinness, though. I have got used to the hotel, it's still a dump, but at least it's a place to put my head down.

The cartoons around the wall in the pub ranged from the excellent Clive Collins to a couple of dire efforts that should be pulled down.

[peter]

That wasn't a finger.

I went to the Cartoonist pub tonight, no I didn't get the night wrong, it was part of my aimless wander around London with a few art galleries and tube journeys thrown in. My dicky knee has suffered badly as a result, so I'll wander less tomorrow, just stick to the tube.

I shall make the trip back to Shoe Lane tomorrow night about 5-5.30pm, as the barman advised that's when the cartoonists start rolling in.
Pretty quiet when I was there, the barman seems a nice chap. Three quid forty pee for a pint of Guinness, though. I have got used to the hotel, it's still a dump, but at least it's a place to put my head down.

The cartoons around the wall in the pub ranged from the excellent Clive Collins to a couple of dire efforts that should be pulled down.

Are they Rogers

[Roger Kettle]

Been in The Cartoonist many times, Malc. As you say, there is a mixture of wonderful and awful cartoons on display but it's a more than reasonable place for a pint. Um...don't mention me at the C.C.G.B.(Cartoonists Club of Great Britain) meeting tomorrow.
I resigned a couple of years ago over...well, it's all in the past. Have a greta night.

[Malc]

I did. Someone took photies. I hope they put them up on the web.