the complete untitled newspaper cartoon strip collection

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Notes:

1. Written between 19th november and 25th of november 2015
2. While scanning these in (in February 2016), my old scanner finally died
3. And kept on printing out excellent weird images
4. Like this

5. Which I should get printed and framed really
6. Anyway, this wwas my attempt at writing a standard jaunty three-panel comic strip
7. With jokes and characters and fun
8. Like what you’d get in the newspaper
9. Then I got to the end of the notepad
10. And that was the end of my career as a newspaper comic strip writer

A Trillion Tiny Planets

This is another storyboard for an unsuccessfully pitched cartoon, this time to Frederator. This story is also about a lone girl on a spaceship, but isn’t quite so depressing as “We would set our own hearts on fire for a mere moment of warmth”.








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Notes:

1. Written in December 2014
2. I’ve always quite liked this
3. And wish I could make it
4. Somehow
5. But I’m not sure my meagre skills would be able to do it justice

When Will You Learn That There Isn’t A Word For Everything

When Will You Learn That There Isn’t A Word For Everything is an art show, curated by Kristy Campbell, that opens next weekend in Norwich, and in which a couple of my stories/poems are being exhibited. Which is nice.

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Notes:

1. This takes place on the 7th, 8th and 9th of December, 2018
2. It is being held at Nunn’s Yard Gallery, 23-25 St. Augustine’s Street, Norwich, NR3 3BY

“We would set our own hearts on fire for a mere moment of warmth”

This is a script/storyboard (plus some other bits) for a cartoon that I pitched unsuccessfully to the BFi for their Animation 2018 project (the winners of which are being shown on BBC Four this Sunday, and which should be brilliant).

If it had actually been made, it would have had sets built by Dan Rawlings and sound design by Chriddof, with slightly inept claymation (with wooden heads) animation by me (which was presumably the reason it wasn’t commissioned).

Also the other reason it probably wasn’t commissioned is because it is absolutely the most depressing thing I’ve ever written.

[Some of the models for this were later re-used in They Locked Me In This Room And Told Me To Confess, which was another unsuccessful submission for a thing (the Observer Short Comic Competition thing they run each year). Maybe these poor plasticine abominations are cursed in some way.]

[If you can’t read the words you can click on the image to enlarge it. If you still can’t read the writing, it is because it is illegible to all but me. I am sorry.]

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Notes:

1. Written in February and March, 2018