In obscure and inaccessible mountains far in the frozen north, the Sock Monks live. Subsisting on a diet of worms and sticky tape, they dig their vast networks of tunnels, not always deep but far and wide, stretching from mountain to sea, and sea to sea. From wasteland to cultivated land they dig, their tonal drones echoing through the night; a contralto ‘hygge’ with each heave, a heavy and lugubrious ‘lagommmm’ to sound out the morning – until at last they reach the squalid shores of human civilisation. Where the Washing Machines live. Where Socks can be found.

The socks are then cunningly stolen, singly, and sorted. Any with a nice knit pattern are carried all the way back to the mountains, to be presented to the most senior Sock Monks, who then wear them for the remainder of their lifespan. Holes in the heels are considered useful to look through, though more conservative monks consider this cheating and darn theirs (they walk into walls a lot).

There are probably stranger paths to Enlightenment.

PS. And since I completely forgot to actually post the name of the song I was going on about, it was My Melancholy Baby, and it starts ‘Come to me my melancholy baby’, and it’s lovely. Though I do start singing it whenever I see a melon, which can get annoying. ^_^

…So if you know the song, this should be pretty obvious; but you probably don’t know the song!

(Apologies for the wonky adult dog, that is not for a reason, I just need more practice drawing Collies. ^_^)

So here’s the second clue to a song you’ve probably never heard anyway: a happy doggie – or, to be precise, and precision is so important, a Collie.  Well, actually a Border Collie, but that may be too precise. It’s a difficult road.

Also a big thank you to my anonymous fans who sent me the Melon Song. To think I could have reached a happy old age without ever hearing …that! ^_^

3 weeks, 2 weeks – who’s counting, I’m baaack! So here is a badly drawn melon. To celebrate. Because melons know how to party.

Also because a certain song is stuck in my head and I was wondering if anyone would guess which it was from just this…

…Or rather, don’t! I’m away for 2 weeks or so, and while I confess I may doodle, I probably won’t post anything. Happy Early April!

Takes allegations of avocadoghost shenanigans very seriously

These are avocados dressed up as ghosts. I am perfectly aware they do not look like either avocados or ghosts – because avocados dressed up as ghosts wouldn’t.

NOTE: Actual avocado ghosts are avocado shaped, ephemeral and live in my kitchen, where they hide the chili powder when I am looking for it. It’s very irritating.

Rocking out.

There is a graffiti artist who has been drawing little sad-faced finger-shaped people on various signs and walls. Today someone had added the statement above to one of them; it’s rather poetic and stayed in my mind all the way home. I’m not sure if it was a rebuke, or a neutral observation, or what.

I’m pretty sure I want some happy creatures to say hello and give the sad ones a proper hug though. This being Brighton I  am sure it will happen before long!