Monthly Archives: October 2016

CONFERENCE CARTOONING?

You’ve got to get up early to beat Robert Duncan…

mobile-receptionSo the alarm went off at 4am, reminding me in it’s subtle way that I would be cartooning in about five hours…. in Frankfurt. Gulp…

I got a sleepy kiss from my gorgeous Cathy ( which kind of made me want to stay) and left the house under the cloak of darkness. We’re a dramatic lot, us cartoonists.

I have a wonderful client called Purple Parking for whom I do a weekly cartoon (grammar) who has parking facilities at virtually every airport in Europe. Remember that place? Anyway, they always let me park free – and the barrier went up the moment I arrived, obviously because it recognised my number plate. A guy who was way too cheery for 5.30 in the morning took my keys and said leave it to him, and when I got back the car would be waiting – without even having to make a call. Brilliant.

At 7am I was taking off. At 8.30 I was in a hotel courtesy bus and at 9.30 I was drawing wise and witty cartoons inspired by the speeches and topics of the conference. By 6pm that evening this slightly jaded cartoonist had produced twenty five funny and relevant gags, had made line scans on my fantastic phone, and had blue toothed them to the AV desk to bung on the big screen. The joys of technology.

A fairly uproarious party followed, helped on by great canapés, loads of something sparkly, and an amazing honky tonk band that had been imported all the way from Barcelona, purely because they were so spectacular. They played up a storm and when the individuals were not in a number they would spend the time mixing mojitos and lining them up on the piano for us poor innocents to slurp. The lady who had employed me for this gig insisted I should try them, so I thought it would be rude not to…

Early night, which just goes to prove how sensible I’m becoming, and then back to the conference hall by 8am to make sure my projected cartoons were behaving themselves.

During the second day I added considerably to my cartoon collection, to the strains of such encouraging noises as ‘I wish I could draw like that!’ and ‘How did you absorb such a complex subject so quickly?’ And ‘these are much better than I expected!’ Inspiring stuff like that.

Tired but happy, as the Famous Five might have said, I left on a wing and a prayer at about 7.30pm and headed home to my little bunch of sweetie pies. Tired but happy with what I’d done.

The next day I felt knackered and had a shaking fit. Maybe it was the prospect of drawing a load of cartoons under camera for the opening of the Heath Robinson Museum the following day. But that’s another story…