Bus sketch'es 1.2.3.4.5.

[Caesar]

From bus sketches to gondola sketches ... with just the same mastery!

[eighty+]

Hi Robbie Thanks yeah U do tend to ramble when old ?? Who's old I'm only in my 86th year young

Hail O Caesar O Mighty One Thanks ok I'm up early most unuseal for me your kind words will help me get threw the day

To U Both Kangeroo tails a wagging Hoo Roo................ plus POZDRAWSKI

[eighty+]

Hey hey Ho the Pike a riseing quick a 3nin flash wite wax and chalk CIAO

[D Akey]

Sobriety test for the poochie? "Right then. 'Ow many fingers I got 'eld up? Your breath is suspicious. . . Phew! Smells fermented alright. It's a mystery 'ow can yer even stand. . . Right. It's the dog 'ouse fer yew, boy-o. Cool yer paws for the night."

[eighty+]

Blimey Cap'n Mac when U clime down their chimney You'll have the whole house in a uproar with the Kids

all Screaming ok so stay up the Pole and just use Google ok U know it makes Sence as I nearly fell off

My stool at just a glimps out the corner of the left eye as the right eye had gone to sleep ok

CIAO and remember the old saying IVAYA CON DIOS HOO ROO

[eighty+]

Hi Had to go out Friday and as my toe nails have grown like Talons After a few hours I was in Agony and was

hobblin along lucky i had taken my walking stick otherwise I would have come to a dead halt when I got home and

taken my Shoes off I felt so Knackerd that I sat in The armchair and dosed off when I come too I looked in

the Wacom and got the fright of my life Cap'n Mac Dressed as father Christmas not a sight to be seen then is it

thank goodness its only once a Year after that shock I felt Tired so went and layed on the Bed I then woke

in the early hours on Saturday had a quick wash and a glass of wine look for Robbies Puppy which tried to draw

ok I got in a Hell of a state any way if you stand back 6 pace'es it don't look to bad I don't know what Robbie

will say just as likely say Mien Gott Pluus Vat ich Dass HOO ROO

[eighty+]

Hi I looked at Robbies Puppy Blimey I did tell im not to sit out in the Moon now he's got Moon burn poor bugger

ok I'll try and sort him out if my eye's will let me I think I should have worn moongoggles but too late ok

let see if he looks any better or are my eye's still shot to hell ok finger's crossed

[eighty+]

just a bit of practise ok CIAO POZDAWSKI

[D Akey]

Did no mean t'scare ye, laddie buck. I thought an opportunity ta paint meself oop in tha colors o' tha blue pagan on a' fool moon would be within yer kin -- ye know, with windy kilt an' all tha airy insultation below tha Charles Dickens line.

Actually, it be an avatar what I concocted years back and did no' roll it outta mothballs 'till now. Sort of the Ghost o' Christmas Past, ye might say. Ye knows what they say about fashions goin' in and outta . . . well fashion. So now the were-Santa be all the ArtRage once agin'.

So join me, if ye will in a seasonal moor howl (please turn to page 236). . .

AaaaWWWOOOOooooooooooo o o o little town o' Brighton Beach,
By channel shore we howl. . .
Podrawski hoo roo con Dios,
Now pass us o'er some Ciao. . .

Sorry Mr Ploos. . . there was a splotch on page 236 and I couldn't make out all the lyrics.

Oh, and those are right fine drawin's. . . there's a good doggie.

[justjean]

That doggie is a majestic beast indeed