Looking out the windows of the aeroplane, all you could see was blackness, but as the plane began its descent and fluid sucked into my ear canals, there were little orange sodium pockets of streetlamps and a handful of yellow car headlights. The twenty-something man in front of me with a back-combed quiff and thinning crown, tapped the stewardess on the sleeve of her red jacket as she walked to her seat to prepare for landing, asked if she was staying overnight, then for her telephone number. A spotlight on the wing came on and illuminated the tail of the plane. I chewed hard on a menthol pastille until it superglued to my back teeth. The tyres skidded on the tarmac. A fat skinhead five rows in front, who I’d deliberately avoided making eye contact with, opened the overhead locker and pulled out a sports holdall before we’d even come to rest. And over the sound of sixty seatbelts unbuckling at the same time, the tinny overhead speakers crackled - ‘Welcome to Sarajevo.’
Sir Books and Boat are in Sarajevo for January to create a publication.
Don’t adjust your monitors, I have entered the world of colour. If a little tentatively. I am re-making friends with the paintbrushes that I ditched a few years ago in favour of some handsome HB wonders. It’s clearly a bit rocky but I’m sure our relationship will grow stronger and it will be like I never even cheated on them. Full colour portfolio on it’s way…
Yesss… Jackpot. Love this.
Gods and Monsters - Davey’s new blog.
I bought a “Spinning Fork” today. It’s meant to take the stress out of Spaghetti eating. One push of the button and the whole thing twirls. Took the thing along to a posh pasta restaurant and broke it on a Seafood Linguine. Strained the motor. If you’ve got one, stick to Spag Bol.
Here are some drawings I have been working on to illustrate fellow King of England pal, Davey Spens’ short story ‘Smoking Bees.’ If you were wise enough to purchase Jonathan Cherry’s publication ‘Blue Watch,’ you may have read it whilst poring gladly through your newly acquired book of aceness. Davey and I have teamed up with some AMAZING artists for an exhibition this Friday night in London, Sketches for the Unemployed. The deal: if you have no job you get our free art. So, if you’re in the smoke Friday pop on down to Battersea and share the fun times, if you’re not, go buy Chez’s book and have a nice evening at home reading it. It’s a win win situation.
Sir Books Zine Numero Three-o by Peter Puklus
New Sir Books Zines for Autumn. Well the Summer is drawing to a close and we have received a number of submissions in the past couple of months. Some written, some sketched, some poetic. To start with we have a couple of zines from photographers, one Rusty Ralston from Nashville, and Peter Puklus from Hungary. Print them out and follow the instructions below the cut and fold your way to two new micro-publishing jewels. Keep the submissions rolling in.
