Water supply...

Water Supply. the next Challenge.

What a fucking piss take this has been.

After several hours of wailing and gnashing of teeth, days of self doubt, I finally pulled it off.

I tried out a few ideas, then i went to the tutors and my LEAST favourite one of all, told me to do a really shit idea which i agonised over for ages, only to come up with several destroyed mistake pieces, many rubbings out and lots of crying and tissues strewn around.

Hence I have managed to get my style back, and also resolved never to listen to him again. Its hard enough to get an idea for a project so boring, let alone try to gear it towards the readership of New Scientist:

"tinkle tinkle"
"oh dear is that the teleophonograph darling?"
"yes dear, only teleophonograph go tinkle tinkle, har har, I answer it"
"Who was it?"
"It was Reginald Chimesworth, he say to read immediately the article in New Scientist for celebrated scientist Jim Jinkers have written article about Coastal Erosion in Cornwall where marmmy lives"
"Oh darling it is truly excitement, i think I would infact do a orgasm over it, if i were not so uptight and pompous"
"never mind dear, i have here some mature cheeseboard from marks and spencer, a glass of finest provence claret wine, and a rolled up guardian, you drink wine, i eat the cheese and then we can take turns to shove guardian up our smug bum holes"

"Ok darling"
"Hurrah, what!"

Ugh.

So here in ink and watercolour, are some men trying to poke holes in clouds to extracto some waters, coz its a bit dry these days according to new scientist. Even though its raining right now.

i think its good.