Very Open Mic

Brickie's Bum

Baker Street

Who's pulling the strings?

No ice

Tales from the Edwardian Scrapbook

I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten-thirty
And saunter along like a toff;
I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand
Then I walk down again with them off.

Dickens updated

Royal Prerogative

Last orders . . .

Referee!

Cheers

Bitter

Rough justice . . .

Charming . . .

The starving pavement artist

And not a drop to drink

Really . . .

Twisting in the wind

The markets for freelance cartoons are steadily diminishing. This is a worrying trend which needs to be reversed before we lose our wonderful heritage of humorous illustration for ever. Don't forget, you magazine proprietors . . . you never know what you've got till it's gone.

I fought the lawn . . .

Wait for it . . .