Tag Archives: Drawing

The Hipster Credo

9 Oct

I Know it’s been a while but I’m going to try and have several posts this week, Including a classic rant 😉

In the meanwhile this will hopefully satiate any appetite you may have…. so please, Enjoy my take on the trials and tribulations of being a Hipster!

hipster Credo


The Machine

29 Jul

Here’s a post to simply break my drought… I’ve had quite a few blog ideas but what feels like no time to either write or draw. The other day I had this feeling that everything can easily become a bit to automatic as if we were all just passing through the assembly line of life…. yes I know, a bit mellow dramatic. None the less, the fruit of this thought is simply below! Hope you enjoy!


The Machine

Walking the baby!

27 May

These leashes have become all too popular! Maybe I need kids to understand this, but the sight of a young one on a leash makes my societal gastronomical system churn every time I see them. What’s even more hysterical is that in the UK there are some awesome pet owners that don’t even use a leash with their dog. I have literally seen a client walk into my Café, the dog stays at the entrance, doesn’t meander and returns to his master’s side as they exit. WOW! I guess training children a bit inhumane!




A new Leash on life

Don’t Sweat it!

27 May

When I lived in the South of France, I once saw an owner walking his dog, or at least walking beside his Dog, and having his dog walking himself. The owner was relatively fit, but the below image made an immediate impression on my psyche. Hope you enjoy my attempt at Satire!



Chunky Walker


Anatomy of a Chocolate Box

20 May

A small, indie, underground film once said “life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you’re gonna get.” Well they clearly never saw my NEW Awesome Chocolate Box Guide! Complete with all the classics, such as: prize chocolates, drifters, fillers and of course the duds! Let me know what you think of if you’d add any 🙂



Chocolate Box



Bathroom Etiquette; Ladies, Gentlemen & A-Holes

30 Apr

Reader’s Beware: The following Blog may contain potty mouth language and poop talk.

For immature audiences only!

Public Assholes

We’ve all been there, one too many burgers and shakes later, holding a load, waiting for that moment of reprieve, praying to the public bathroom gods that a pub, a coffee shop, a restaurant, or even a McDonalds will be just around the corner. And then we see it, it starts as a faint outline of a silhouette, and quickly becomes our favourite monochromatic image to date. You can call it a wash closet, a salle de bain, a bathroom, the toilet, a restroom or whatever, as long as you see that crisp image of a nice lady standing next to a gentleman, you know your in the clear for a right of passage!

You smile, your bladder relaxes (but not too much) and you speed off to your sex designated lavatory in hopes of enlightenment. All is well, the sense of relief will soon be yours, triumph at finding that public gem in a haystack of an urban nightmare and then IT happens. Every stall has either remnants of the previous journeymen, or the attempts of Mummy making on the floor. If you were a tracker, every previous animal could successfully be identified by his or her trail. Drippings, droppings, DNA gallore. But you’re not a tracker, your a bathroom user with etiquette in mind, and nothing looks the part. So you toughen up, act brave, and don’t stall when choosing the lesser of several evils.

Why did this happen? On the door it said Ladies, but no proper lady would have desecrated that chamber in the manner of which you found it! No gentleman would forget to flush, or play target practice with the toilet seat! Why did this happen? WHY?????

I’ll tell you why… something only most mall creators, bathroom installers, and janitors alike know. It’s top secret but having once encountered a masked janitor at dusk in an underground parking lot, I learnt the reason why. Okay it’s because I work at a coffee shop but the origin story is not important. What they don’t tell us, is that there is a third type of person that needs bathrooms. No It’s not some new gender, or those family friendly rooms, I’m talking about a breed that walk among us and either don’t give enough of a shit, or maybe too much! They’re known as the ASSHOLES.

They don’t care about others, simply their own relief. They are the seat aimers, squat squanderers, floor dribbling, stagnant stoolers, flushing refrainers, wall tagging, freshly fumigating,mummy making A-Holes!!!! And the worse part is they are delusional to their own status, that’s why we can’t just make a new room for them, because they THINK, they are of noble class and stature.

It’s often the little things that truly make a society. The way in which we eat, how we treat the elderly on public transport (stand for them or keep on sitting), how we treat our pets and loved ones, how strangers interact on a day to day basis. If we all wiped the seat upon leaving, because we cared about the next person that entered… how do you think we’d treat mother earth or leave our society for generations to come? So I implore you, if you love the world around you, then flush the shit away!




God bless!


Please… Don’t steal this drawing!

25 Apr

I was walking home one day when I passed a charity shop and it gave my neck a run for it’s money. I did the ole 180 and realized they had a “No Robbers” sign in their front window…. what is this world coming to if you have to necessitate the need for such a sign? The next thought was quite worse… what if a sign like that actually worked???

Hope you enjoy this off-beat rendition of my inner workings!



A Dominic Durocher original

A Dominic Durocher original

Just so you know I’m not making this S#*& up… below you can find some variations on the “Please don’t Rob me!” sign!