Tache Up!

I'm a big fan of moustaches despite being unable to grow one myself, I have compiled what I deem to be the greatest moustaches ever into this little book. You should grow a moustache, I think it would really suit you.

The Life and Times of George Hamburger

Here is my sketchbook graphic novella which I wrote and illustrated, the characters were created by Josh Whittington during a mundane English lesson at high school. The scanned article is rough, but as most things, it looks better in physical form.

Endlessly

Fast Women, Loose Cars

Multiverse

Screenprinting by Adam Lee Jones

Prose

Let me put this into proportion,
no room for error or distortion.
A simple verse for you to follow,
Bite size chunks are easy to swallow.
What I want to say isn't exactly hard,
It's more believable than a narcissistic bard.
Words are the vehicle in which I move,
If you avoid the potholes the ride is smooth.
Nevermind what I have to say,
This bit of prose could take all day.

Life Without You

Life without you is like animals without a zoo.
Life without you is like a sailing ship without a crew.
Life without you is like a biscuit without a brew.
Life without you is like gravy without stew.
Life without you is a like a tool box without a screw.
Life without you is like Roger Daltrey without The Who.
Life without you is like a bathroom without a loo.
Life without you is like a cow without a moo.
Life without you is like a sky without blue.
Life without you is like a room without a view.
Life without you is like Winter without the flu.
Life without you is like me without you.

What is Love?

Shelter from the Storm

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Smiths without Johnny Marr.

We've all come to see
a man about a dog,
Standing at the bar with
a glass full of grog,
Shelter from the elements;
protection from the fog,
A toast to the warmth
ends a 9 to 5 slog.


Respite and company, two things
you won't need luck to find.
An hour at the bar will
grant you peace of mind,
Just what you need after
the monotonous daily grind,
A hot meal and a chance to unwind.

He enjoys the crowd at the
good ol' West,
Talking away, cradling his
pint of Golden Best
The humble pub, otherwise known as
the traveller's rest.
Think of it as home,
a place to nest.

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Beatles without Ringo Starr.

And I Think to Myself, What a Wonderful World.

A police car pulls up, Adam is bundled
inside. As the police car drives away the
spider places one of his many arms around
Alan, "Adam was just a fool who tried real
cool," Alan says. On the way to the police
station flashbacks of the fight replay in
Adam's mind, the bruise under his eye
stings...
'Never again will I drink two Lemsip's in
quick succession', Adam thinks. Adam puts
a hand on the policeman's shoulder, "It
was the Lemsip's guv, that's what done it."