Have you been out today?

SOB A6 sketchbook number 5, late '94.

So a while back I took my impinged shoulder to be ultrasounded by nice Dr Speed, who is, musculoskeletally-speaking, something of an expert. She confirmed that my impinged shoulder was indeed impinged and furthermore I have a pseudo-winging shoulderblade. This all, apparently , the result of Bad Muscle Habits. I got prescribed some pretty serious anti-inflammatories (specifically 50mg Diclofenac Sodium Enteric Coated Tablets for all you pharmaceutical fans out there) and was referred on to be X-rayed at Addenbrookes Hospital (for whom, incidentally, I just did some illustrations). Somewhere down the line I get new and different physiotherapy but apparently there's a three month waiting list. So no cricket for me this summer then. Such a loss to the game...

In other health news I spent part of last week wondering if I had hayfever or a cold and eventually concluded that in fact I had both. The sore throat therein failed to disappear and hooked up with a persistent irritating girly cough that kept me awake into the night some nights. I told my dad about it. He said "Ooh, that sounds like what I just had. I'd got a chest infection. The doctor prescribed me antibiotics and it cleared up in a couple of days". Later, I mentioned it to The Woman Formerly Known As The Missus (TWFKATM hereafter, should the need arise) who said "Ooh, that sounds like what I just had. I'd got a chest infection. The doctor prescribed me antibiotics and hopefully it will clear up in a couple of days". So I went to see my doctor and, guess what, I'm on antibiotics (Amoxicillin, Pharmheads). So maybe in a couple of days I'll be well (iffy shoulder aside) which would be nice.

More news and drawings that make me sound a little less like I'm seventy-odd soon.

SOB A6 sketchbook number 5, late '94.

Hmm, mostly rather poor, I'm afraid...

Opposite page from the last one.



Very large version here.

Very large version here.

I am ill.

Bah!

SOB A6 sketchbook number 5, late '94.

Finishing off lost and found Seawhite of Brighton A6 sketchbook number 2 from sometime in '93.

A badly drawn Mr Adrian Reynolds in the middle of spread number 3 there.

Six more spreads from Seawhite of Brighton A6 sketchbook number 2, sometime in '93.

Six more spreads from Seawhite of Brighton A6 sketchbook number 2, sometime in '93.

SOB A6 sketchbook number 5, late '94.











I don't know if I was doing this consciously at the time but, while none of the people on these pages are meant to be me, some of them are wearing some of my clothes from back then - specifically the shirt with vertical stripes and the hooped almost a rugby shirt but not quite in the upper spread. The zig zaggy jumper in the lower spread is, thankfully, a work of fiction.

Incidentally, if you try to write "doodle" on a mobile phone using predictive text it comes up (on a Nokia at least) as "fondle".

No opportunity for terrible 1970s sitcom-style misunderstandings there then...

So I was in bed last night, doodling a few dogs...