Reports coming into my email box regarding Shrewsbury International Cartoon Festival are very exciting indeed, it is somewhat disappointing that I remain in London chained to my studio drawing board missing out on all the bonhomie, but at least the oomph and spirit of the festival is being downloaded via text messages, emails and the winged chirrups of Twitter. Who needs a pair of spy specs when all one has to do is click on a social media button. Life is so much social media easier these days.
The weather, I hear, for the weather is almost at the forefront of all topics regarding any outdoor drawing pursuit, has been fair, to bad, to grizzly. But again, I learn that the cartoonists have been sheltered from wild April's unpredictable clouds by all manner of polyester sheeting. It is blustery. It is wet. But sometimes, it is not. Wet sheeting does not smell pleasant. Nor does, I might add, a wet cartoonist.
