Inktober 2017: day thirty
Paragliders over Firle, South Downs, from the Ouse river near Lewes.
Inktober 2017: day twenty nine
Storm clouds gathering over the i360 in Brighton.
Sketched to the tune of Sunday morning Brighton Pier classics by 10cc and Sophie Ellis-Bexter
Inktober 2017: day twenty eight
Get your halloween hats and neon tutus at Buttons and bows at the Brighton Open Market!
Inktober 2017: day twenty seven
I’m sure there used to be coffee table under there somewhere.
Still life with special fried rice and ketchup
Inktober 2017 day twenty six
Séance, miniature halloween creepiness in a container, courtesy of the Brighton Dome. Intriguing!
Inktober 2017 day twenty five
I can’t believe it’s still October-Inktober. This is getting really tough. After coming so far, I almost gave up today!
Here is a rare quiet lunchtime moment in the popular Book & bean cafe at the University of Brighton.
Inktober 2017 day twenty four
Back to the grindstone with hardware heavy meetings and jet lag.
Tell me this isn’t happening
Inktober 2017: day twenty three
Ode to the man in seat 20B
Oh sleeping man,
you have slept so deeply,
for many hours.
Those snug earplugs save you,
from waking yourself up,
with your incessant, snorting snore.
On and on you snore,
Louder and louder.
No music drowns you out.
Also, you have taken the entire arm rest,
Which is annoying.
So I have made an unflattering inktober sketch of you,
since I cannot sleep.
If you had moved whilst I sketched you,
I would have suffocated you,
with that tiny pillow under your arm.
I am sure you are very nice when you are awake though.
Inktober 2017: day twenty two
Just a short sketching opportunity this morning before I fly back to the UK.
Excalibur from the Luxor pyramid
A peaceful Sunday morning at the Luxor tram stop
Inktober 2017: day twenty one
My lap of honour around Vegas starts at the Luxor.
I am alone in the pyramid lift and it is making a noise no lift should make. It shakes violent from side to side and the display says ‘EZ’. What does that mean? Is this part of the experience? I feel claustrophobic.
The display still says ‘EZ’. The doors start to rattle inwards and for the first time in my life, with force, I press the ‘save me’ bell. Nothing happens, but a second later the display says ’16…17′ etc. Soon the doors open and I leap out with enthusiasm.
Near check-in, The Luxor
To my dismay, when I head out, the only available lift is the bone shaker. I hold the doors until a big group of people join me. Their reaction to the shaking and grinding confirms this is NOT part of the experience.
Who can resist the MGM Grand Lion at sunset
I can confirm that women wear far more clothes in the real Paris
Halloween at the Harley Davison shop. Almost as terrifying as the lift at the Luxor.
