Dopey constable, knock-kneed in the shape of the London 2012 logo, saying 'Locog? It stands for Low Cognition'

Police constable wearing helmet emblazoned with Olympic rings and the letters BPF, truncheon in hand, badge saying LOCOG on pocket, man sprawled on ground under it with can of Pepsi lying near his outflung hand.

A Budget of Delusions

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In a psychiatric ward. Two doctors walk past a Napoleon. One says to the other, looking at a George Osborne ahead who is holding up a Budget briefcase bearing the initials G.O.: 'And this one believes he has an economy.'

Cartoons at the Said

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Here's a portfolio of my cartoons in Word, with explanations of the technical ones. I gave out copies at the East Oxford Drawing Collective's exhibition in the Said Business School.

V.I.P Briggs

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Cartoon of lady wearing 1980s-style power suit and a badge saying 'VIP'. She carries a huge key-ring, and is wagging a finger and saying 'You've been very naughty. I'm going to have to SMACK you.' The cartoon is captioned 'V.I.P. Briggs, Senior Manager.'

A caricature I drew of an acquaintance's wife. She's a social worker.

Cartoon of knights finding Holy Grail in Summertown Scope shop. The grail gleams at the end of a shelf, next to a coffee cup, a travel clock, a photo of a flower, a straw donkey souvenir of España, and a china cat. The knights converse as follows. A: 'The Holy Grail! We've found it!' B: '£9.99 is a lot of money.' C: 'Cheaper than that one in Oxfam.' D: 'Wonder who gave it?' E:'They do say Summertown is rich.' F (sniffing disdainfully): 'Rich beyond the dreams of avarice.'

I drew this for a charity card sale. Selling my cards for Scope in Summertown, and giving them half the profit.

Tommy Guthrie

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Roughish caricature of guitarist in front of microphone, with drum displaying 'The Tommy Guthrie One-Man Band'. The guitarist is singing 'I heard a siren / Coming from the docks / Saw a train / Set the night on fire.'

Quick caricature of busker in Cornmarket. I originally used these words, from Hobo's Lullaby:

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to Heaven
You'll find no policemen there.
but he thought that might be provocative.

Rough sketch of no-entry sign enclosing a witch being burnt at a stake. Under the sign is a caption: 'We don't burn witches in Wolvercote.' and then a newline and another caption: 'Wolvercote ~ proud to enter the 21st century.' with '21st' crossed out and replaced by  '18th'.

A rough sketch drawn at the Wolvercote farmers' market last Sunday. It was their 9th birthday, so my mind was running on anniversaries.

Sketch of an Oxford environmental-health officer, surrounded by snatches of the things she was saying to the band The Two Busketeers

I didn't think I'd end up sketching environmental-health officers the day before yesterday, but I happened to be practising my drawing when they, and the police, moved in on a band called The Two Busketeers, playing in Cornmarket outside HSBC. Three police whose numbers — 7467, 3190, and 4988 — I saw, and perhaps another whose I didn't. This seemed excessive.This is a quick sketch of the environmental-health officer who was doing most of the speaking, together with some of what she was saying:

— There's people working here who don't need to hear your noise.
— Don't you think the police have enough to do?
— The rules change, unfortunately. It's your responsibility. We do everything we can. If you choose not to read it, that's your matter. It's your attitude, isn't it?
— If you display printed matter, that's an £80 fine for distribution of printed matter.
— If you give the CDs away, that goes under the distribution of free printed matter.
— If you ask for donations, that's vagrancy, which is begging.
— I'm in the city centre every day. If I see anything untoward.
And I can tell you that all the busking spots are taken!

It's a rough sketch, and shaky, but I wasn't entirely confident that she wouldn't have me arrested. Perhaps for free distribution of unprinted matter. What was distasteful was the glee that the officers and police seemed to take in telling the band that they weren't allowed to sell CDs, ask for donations towards CDs, give away CDs, or even show their business cards. For example. "There's people working here who don't need to hear your noise". OK, perhaps the officer didn't like the music, or did believe it was too loud. But calling it noise was gratuitous. And there seemed to be more than the legally-required amount of schadenfreude in her final retort: "And I can tell you that all the busking spots are taken!"

Band member to policeman: "It's bloody ridiculous". Police to band member: "I could arrest you right now for your attitude". As a South Korean friend of mine, who grew up under the dictatorship, said: "The band were only expressing their frustration. Surely it's against human rights to arrest someone because they complain".

I've enjoyed listening to buskers, and buying their CDs, in Verona, Eindhoven, Maastricht, Paris, Poitiers, Aachen, and Heidelberg. It seems a shame that tourists from these and other cities won't now be able to get the same enjoyment in Oxford.

Bun Fight

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Three women at cake stalls in a farmers' market. The first and third are pelting one another with cakes, while the second cowers under her table. The caption reads 'You can never have too many cake stalls.'

I drew this to be presented to Oxford's Lord Mayor, Elise Benjamin, on her visit to East Oxford Farmers' Market to commemorate its fifth birthday, 23rd July 2011.