Baker’s Dozen

Childhood recollections that I may assemble into an illustrated book:

The Time Trickster

 Posted by on September 1, 2014  Baker's Dozen, Film/TV, Lefties
Sep 012014
 
The Time Trickster

Old plot details (and fan-enthusiasm!) refreshed by a Netflix marathon, we recently watched the theatrical, big screen debut of the 12th (or is it 13th?) actor to play DR WHO- that alien space/time traveller in the big blue box. As with last year’s 50th Birthday episode, likewise screened in movie theatres worldwide, this feature-length episode, entitled ‘Deep Breath’, was a [..read more..]

May 022014
 
SPACE..The Final Frontier..

Here are some left-handed drawings from recent TV sketch nights drawing Star Trek. The bright colours and simple shapes, not to mention the broad characters and melodramatic action of James T. Kirk and his iconic, space-faring crew, can be quite fun to draw. I remember the very first time I ever saw Star Trek; it was 1974, I was 10 [..read more..]

On Drawing

 Posted by on March 17, 2014  Baker's Dozen, Drawings, Lefties
Mar 172014
 
On Drawing

I have recently been wrestling with re-learning how to draw. The loss of my former ability has led me to reflect on what drawing has meant to me in my 30 year career as a cartoonist, and how and why I came to be so interested in drawing in the first place. Back when I was very little, when my [..read more..]

Jan 072014
 
A Boxing Day Far, Far, Away..

It’s difficult to preserve memory when your older-self’s revised view constantly overwrites the original impression. How do you file a loving memory of someone you no-longer like? Or childhood memories of wonder, but of things now uncool? Do you owe it to your earlier-self to keep that first impression alive? One such moment, is a memory of awe and fascination [..read more..]

Chook Hunter

 Posted by on October 26, 2013  Baker's Dozen, Family, Lefties
Oct 262013
 
Chook Hunter

My paternal grandfather lives on as a cheery, little hardworking gnome of a man in my memory, yet my favourite photo of him, snapped by a street photographer well before my own Dad was even born, shows an impossibly roguish little bugger in his prime, an antipodean George Raft wearing his hat cocked at a rakish angle with his hands [..read more..]

Oct 012013
 
Tomorrow, You Only Have Memories Forever, Again. Twice.

As a child, going to the cinema was special. Seeing even a crummy movie back then was somehow way more fun than seeing an absolutely amazing movie is for me today. Of course, my childhood was in the pre-video era, when perhaps the anticipation of a movie and the fond memories of it afterward were greater than they are now, [..read more..]

Dogmatic vs Dogcentric

 Posted by on September 13, 2013  Baker's Dozen, Family, Lefties, Thoughts
Sep 132013
 
Dogmatic vs Dogcentric

When I was in grade two of Catholic primary school, we started to take catechism classes where such profound notions as ‘Souls’ and ‘Immortality’ were being bandied about, not to mention the biggies; ‘Heaven’, ‘Hell’ and ‘God’. Both in the classroom and out in the playground, there was much discussion about these concepts and the ground rules that went with [..read more..]

As seen on TV

 Posted by on October 31, 2011  Baker's Dozen, Drawings, Thoughts
Oct 312011
 
As seen on TV

The older I get the longer a haircut takes, despite having fewer and fewer actual hairs on my head to cut. A similar principal is in effect at a grand-master chess match: fewer game-pieces on the chessboard means longer deliberations between moves. Despite receding hair, getting a haircut now causes me no anxiety whatsoever. Ironically, I most worried about my [..read more..]

Rebel, without a Pause

 Posted by on January 5, 2010  Baker's Dozen, Family, Lefties
Jan 052010
 
Rebel, without a Pause

I can no longer remember what caused the argument between myself and my mother on that particular day, long ago, but it probably wasn’t serious. At the age of 11, I had not yet acquired even the maturity expected of a child but already owned all the moodiness of a teenager. I was prone to statements like “it’s not fair!” [..read more..]

Jul 312007
 
The TALE of my Dog

The year that I was six but turning seven years old, my family moved to a new town. I know very well that childhood memories are exaggerated, focusing as they do mainly on extreme situations most likely to leave an impression on us. Our powerful kiddie emotions, mixed with some facts, creates a cocktail that tastes of historical reality, but [..read more..]

Jul 012007
 
Mrs. Emma Peel

When I was a child, my Grandma let me stay up past my normal bedtime when she baby-sat me one night. I saw an episode of THE AVENGERS, and fell in love with EMMA PEEL. I was absolutely fascinated by this pretty lady, clad in catsuits and leather, who bashed the bone-marrow out of all the bad-guys. Did girls really [..read more..]

Apr 242007
 
Persistence of Vision

Drive-In theatres are fondly remembered for providing teenagers with both a cover story (a trip to the movies) and a relatively private place (a car) for their furtive, mutual anatomical research. But they were also frequented by families with small children. Before the ages of video and DVD, a drive-in theatre was where parents could see movies without having to [..read more..]

Only in the Movies

 Posted by on February 6, 2007  Baker's Dozen, Family, Thoughts
Feb 062007
 
Only in the Movies

When I was four, or maybe five years old, My uncle John (who was nine or ten at the time) was showing me around my Grandparents’ place, which was where he lived but not a place that I was yet familiar with. At this stage in the family history I think that my Uncle John (till recently the youngest in [..read more..]

A Bolt from the Blue

 Posted by on January 17, 2007  Baker's Dozen, Family, Thoughts
Jan 172007
 
A Bolt from the Blue

I have a memory of what could easily have been my premature death, had things only gone a little differently… One day, while playing with my toys in the front yard of our house, I hit upon the splendid notion that it would be very interesting to see how far it was possible to run with my eyes closed. This [..read more..]