I LOVE MY JOB

Robert Duncan discusses the serious challenges his week brings, although this exciting article should have appeared ages ago, as many avid readers will notice…

Only for the birdsThere are times when I realise I’m sitting at my desk with a daft grin on my face. Like yesterday, when I was drawing two chunks of cheese giggling, because one was saying “Bottom…she said bottom…” (Immature cheddar.) I’m not saying I spend my life doing that sort of thing but, dear reader, how often can you get such simple joy from your job? Take a look at the attached cartoon. see what I mean?

I spent a few hours last Friday doing a series of cartoons for a South African company because they had to make a presentation to delegates from around the world who only shared one thing in common. Not their friendship, because there wasn’t any. Not their careers, because they differed enormously. Not their skills, because they took in anything from science to technology to marketing. Not their territory, because they were spread all over the place, like a rash. No, what they shared was a mutual distaste for inter-relating with each other. My client thought that cartoons would make the point rather better than the dreaded PowerPoint, and would make these stroppy delegates see each other in a more friendly light. I did eight cartoons that underlined how close they really were, although they were worlds apart geographically. It worked. I had a lovely email telling me how well it had all gone, and they would use Duncan Cartoons again at the very first opportunity. I like that. Can’t think why…

Yesterday I was in a studio doing the drawing bit of one of my speed animations – a two minute film of my hand drawing, seen at such high speed that it keeps perfectly in time with the script, which I wrote. And if you think I’m going on relentlessly, it’s only because I am.

Next week I’m going to Holland to draw more silly pictures at a conference, which could be good, and staying nearer home to paint a great big river boat on a wall. Don’t ask…

Over the weekend I spent far more time than I should have done drawing a cartoon card for a dear friend’s birthday, and then a thoughtful sketch of a small boy trying to get in his bedroom, which is blocked by a giant and very angry pea. So keep reading these bloggy things, because that exciting story will appear soon – under the general banner of stories by Storysmith, a strange character whose one aim in life is to tell daft tales. And what better use could there be for a blog? Don’t even bother to think – there isn’t one.

A long time ago I spent an evening with a friend who was trying to tell me how super it was working on the money market, and how much satisfaction he had got that day. “And what about you Rob? What have you done?”

I told him that the Incredibly Bad People had been pelting my hero from space with exploding doughnuts in an effort to take over the world.

I don’t see him much any more…