Giant woodland fungus-like penis with comedy hairy balls. I just had to embellish drawing him stubbing every one of his toes on a rock in the water and the subsequent red stained horror that ensued as people wearing sacks watched his toes float downstream.) A shark savaging someone (I once had to copy out an illustration of John the Baptist in RE at school we were told to trace it exactly. One of my university vehicle designs – usually the one that looks like a sperm. I have gone through in my mind the images that I am most likely to produce in any given situation: Give me a score board for darts at the pub and a piece of chalk and I shall draw a fully labelled anatomical drawing of the fallopian tubes.
I also can’t be left in a bar with pistachio nut shells without producing a phallus. I cannot be left in front of a blank board or piece of paper without feeling compelled to produce one of my party pieces. Just like most people have one tune that they can play on an instrument, or one football trick or one sexual position which they excel at.
Everyone has a set of bog standard illustrations that they can produce on an inviting canvas.
