I was having a riffle through a pile of pension and insurance documents and came across this. No idea how it got in there, obviously I must have been in such a rush getting this job finished that stuff was flying everywhere.
I’m currently pencilling a picture of Mongrol and, as is usual whenever I draw him, I’m determined to finally work out how to draw his hands. But I expect it will be the usual bodge.
This one really fought back, and I’m still not sure which of us has come out on top. Time will tell.
Last Saturday we took the train to Southampton to watch the Saints play West Bromich Albion. I did manage to see most of the game but I couldn’t help being distracted by the optical illusion created by the intersection of the hoop on Mister Pochettino’s tracksuit trousers, our viewing angle, and the touchline.