Hmm, Mrs Larmour’s becoming rather inflatable at the moment. A little consistency in the drawing is desirable, especially when handling such a voluptuous creature. Spent all day trying to draw her.  Am currently abroad at the moment so I blame the weather, mosquitos and um, my fear of the unfamiliar (including compters and Swiss German interfacing). Life is like bobbing on water, one never knows where one is going to end up.  A rudder would come in handy.

Brian Smock, retired accountant and alcholic poet, falls in love with his next door neighbour Mrs Larmour. He’s spent all night waiting for his lover to show up. Saddly, she fails to materialise. Enjoy.
Ta ta

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