This article was begging to be illustrated (no pun intended) It's from an article in The Daily Telegraph headlined ‘Manchester Airport Sniffer Dogs Find Cheese & Sausages - But No Class A Drugs’ in which they found the sniffer dogs were more interested in cheese & sausages than cocaine et al. Now, at this juncture I'm tempted to interject 'who'd have thought?' but I feel resorting to low sarcasm for comic effect is below me.
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Friday, 8 July 2016
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Had a lot of fun tackling this cover & insides for The Economist Technology Quarterly for an article called ‘Can The Scientists Keep Up’about drug testing in sport
(They also indulged my delving into the murky world of Inca coca leaf chewing, Viking psyllocybin abuse & other drug abuse in the ancient world which was alluded to in the article along with some gratuitous 'biros in lab coat' scientist clichés!)
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Saturday, 8 January 2011
Happy New year - after a couple of weeks of festivities I'm climbing back into my (slightly ill fitting) Freudian slip - possibly my favourite undergarment - couldn't resist the dunce penguin in the corner either...
(Article by Michael Holden)
I became surrounded on a bus by three ladies whose lunch had evidently escalated into something more sustained, causing them to abandon their cars for public transport.
Woman 1 (the most drunk) "Where does this bus go?"
Woman 2 (not drunk) "I'll tell you where to get off."
Woman 1 "When do you qualify as a psycho-whatever-it-is?"
Woman 2 "Psychotherapist. I've only just started. This is my first term."
Woman 3 (medium drunk) "Where are you doing it?"
Woman 2 " In town. The youngest person there is 21, it's quite daunting."
Woman 1 (slurring over the distinctions) "But what's the difference between a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist."
Woman 2 "A psychiatrist has more of a clinical background."
Woman 1 (delighted to have grasped that) "Right!"
Woman 2 "With therapy that's not always the case."
Woman 3 (not helping) "So at the end of the day, you'll be doing like, cognitive?"
Woman 2 "That might end up being part of it. Freud is the real distinction; he had been a medical doctor, so the psychiatrists …"
Woman 1 (interrupting) "So you can give out drugs, or is that the other lot?"
Woman 2 "Well, it's more psychiatry, the idea that the problem has a pathology to it. Therapy is different, to a degree in that …"
Woman 1 (not listening) "Well Edmund sees someone, and he's on drugs. And Peter sees someone, and he isn't on anything."
Woman 2 (bracing herself for a long journey, in every sense) "I see."
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Drugs are bad, mmmmmkay? I was originally going for the 'exploding stomach'imagery but decided against it in the end...
(Article by Michael Holden)
Recently I shared a train carriage with two people whose frank exchange of narcotic chit-chat – while not without its tragedies – was at least a break from the norm.
Woman (glad to have bumped into a mate) "I thought you was in prison!"
Man (equally surprised) "I was, I got done with one bag! Donna got off with two! They said 18 months. Then, they said if I plead guilty I'd get seven. But I didn't know nothing about it. I thought I had to do the whole lot. It was a big surprise to me when they let me out."
Woman "So what you gonna do?"
Man "I'm going on the old Naltrexone."
Woman (cautionary) "If you can be bothered every day."
Man (rueful) "I couldn't sleep for a couple of weeks."
Woman "Well you gotta stay positive. What did your mum to say about it?"
Woman "Went ballistic. Thinks I'm gonna end up like my uncle."
Woman "My area's headed for one of them things where there's not that much shit about; when the good stuff comes back people are gonna start dying."
Man "The stuff I got done with came in at 37/38% – I was quite pleased with that. Did you hear about John's foot?"
Woman "Terrible. Nightmare. He was walking about with bits of bone in his pocket!"
Man (more surprised) "Did you hear about Alannah?"
Woman (nodding) "Her stomach exploded."
Man (with contempt) "Booze."
Later on the drinks trolley came wheeling past; the couple waved it by.