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I was in the Gunmakers, in Clerkenwell, last Wednesday – waiting for Ant and trying to block out the drone from the next table. An Italian woman was listening intently to her English friend bang on and on. The topics covered included; how great the English woman was at accents; how the English woman was from a posh part of the country but could hold her own in East London; how the English woman should really be an actress. There were other topics, too, and I’m sure you can guess them.Anyway; rather than suppress the urge to shout ‘shut up!’ at the top of my lungs, I tried to draw the Italian woman in my sketchbook without getting rumbled. (Apologies for the swear, mum, if you’re reading...

big train

This sketch is from the second series of Big Train. I did the caricatures that Kevin Eldon’s ‘drawing’ in it, back when I was – I dunno – 25 or something. I remember how when the coffee-stained piece of A4 with the script on was biked over, my flatmate looked at it and said ‘that doesn’t sound very funny’. I can only look at the drawings through my fingers, now; they make me cringe so much. Given a second chance I’d do a much, much better job but hey – they only gave me half an hour or so to get them done, and they never actually paid me in the end. So I guess we’re quits. (Thanks to Rhodri for ripping it from the...