Ah, the Ploos Boos stopped for de gas? I can tell by your paintings that you have the smell of double decked diesel and bussed Brighton Britans in yer nostrils, lad. The game is afoot. . . or yer ahead on points or something or other. Anyway I definitely get the portraits' attitudes really well from your drawings. Always has been your long suit. Go Mr Ploos, Go go go. . .
Ha'e ye ne'er woondered what the denizens would convert into if ye just went a couple stops past your usual route? I mean would ye soodenlay see vampires and archers and princesses and dragons and other genres other than thems what's wanderin' the streets in your own neighborhood proper, eh? Like ye would be venturin' into part's less known.
One never knows what to expect when the weather's been so queer like.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream