Thursday, 27 October 2016

Thom's Drunken Letter

So one night recently Heid said to me, "last night when we came home you asked for a pen and a piece of paper and you did this..."
I had no recollection of this because I had been steamin. The night before, Heid had to drag me home because I had got over excited at the possibility of dance and party and had drank most things I could see. And if I'm excited half a glass of Lambrini could send me over the edge. This night I was basing my drink of choice on what colours it was. They were all potent.
So when Heid presented me with a drawing of something I had supposedly done and couldn't remember, it was sweaty palms time. It's really weird having experiences that you completely have no recollection off. Like, ANYTHING could be on there and if you're drunk you tend to be a bit more floppy and wild thinking. I thought, Jesus what if it's some weird, sexy, perverse thing that even I didn't know I had been thinking about. You just don't know.
Well, thank God, in times of my inner subconscious, it seems there's nothing much there apart from perhaps some child like thoughts that describe very few needs. In this case, "EAT TOAST" and "I NEED A JOBBIE".
Heid did get me some toast and tea that night so I must have at least verbalised it. Suppose he had the note there to keep him straight. I conked out soon after that.
The only thing worrying from the whole experience was as he said, "that you were going to shit the bed".

THE LAKES! International Comic Art Festival

Been a very busy Thom recently. Just come back from whoring my wares at The Lakes International Comic Art Festival . 

It twas EXCELLENT and you must check out this fabulous event for 2017


Monday, 18 July 2016

NEVER stop believing...

If you are but as lucky as I to know another one that is similar to yourself in the old, “head department” then life will never be dull.

I was sent such a beautiful gift by my other, other half in the form of this…

Weirdly enough, I was feeling slightly grim about the old artistic confidence the week before and when I did eventually open this, it came with a rather appropriate message.


I enjoyed such classics by Kyla such as, You Raise Me Up, Time to say Goodbye (which along with said friend who sent me this wonderous gift, we would repeatedly sing this classic in our own superb operatic voices-over and OVER again-while our other first year flatmates thoroughly enjoyed the repertoire) O Mio Babbino Caro and my personal favourite, Art is Calling Me.

Pity Mary couldn’t give a shit though.  (CD bought from charity bin)

Thursday, 30 June 2016


Hey you-
Try and forget that you don’t have friends and come along to MCM Ireland Comic Con down at the RDS, Ballsbridge, Dublin!!

I will be there and shall greet you at my Thom stand with my banana smile. I have lots of goodies to offer (plus a bowl of Haribos) and a turnip with flags in-TEMPTED??

Be there or…be off making “friends”.

Friday, 27 May 2016

Silly Thom

So I was at home recently and managed to squeeze in a quick little “hulo” to my little niece, who was standing with Gran and Pops, mouth “agog” at the size of the bus I was about to come out of.  I saw her and she was all excited!  With a sweet little perfect banana shaped smile and ready to bolt toward me when suddenly all that animated expression fell and she suddenly looked unsure.  She had spied some kind of bearded monster emerging from behind me that she hadn’t expected.

She was told and Gran had said, “Now, Uncle Nick is coming too, do you remember?  He was here at Christmas.”  And although she said “yes” she wasn’t listening because she was too busy building stuff.

Anyway, it didn’t take long for her to come round.  And especially when, quite forcibly, she insisted Nick was on her toy telephone and furthermore she insisted it was him calling to himself and he should take the call.  She was rather amused (but also slightly bewildered) at the rather convincing telephone conversation he had with himself.  It confused her a little because he did it so convincingly that she would take the phone away saying, “Hello?  Hello?” into the speaker, then come back through shouting, “NICKY!  NICK!  NICKY!”  and he was forced to speak to himself again, which I think eventually was a little frustrating because his tea was out on the table and was getting cold and as he told himself on the phone, “he really did have to go now because his dinner was getting cold...but take care, yeah…(he must have told a joke to himself because he laughed at this bit)..yeah, you too….bye now, bye.”  And the end of that conversation seemed to satisfy Amber for a while.

We have a funny little relationship, my niece and I.  She now knows I must be connected in some way to the people she knows, but I don’t think she knows quite in what way.  I’m not there all the time, but see her often enough that she remembers who I am and sometimes talks about me when I’m not there.  She knows I use a plane to come to see her, but sometimes I emerge from within her Gran’s house from “up the stairs” (the place she’s not really allowed to go).  If I happened to be home and she was there, I did stop calling her name from upstairs and slowly tiptoeing down to meet her because it did dawn on me that to someone who wasn’t expecting it, this could be really rather creepy in a sort of nightmarish way.  So I stopped doing it.

She can see I’m taller than her which should mean I have some kind of authority, but I make my body move in weird ways and sometimes tell her what we’re going to do but in song using  a Mr. Bean sort of voice.  And I tend to ask her things and talk about things that make her go “What?”, “Eh??” a lot because they don’t make sense to her.  I’m not sure she knows quite what I am. 

When we were walking back home from the bus stop I was stomping ahead of my niece, directing her down all the right paths.  I was showing her the correct way of walking was leaning back at a slight right angle (leaning forward at the same degree also works well) fixing your arms into sharp "L" shapes and swinging them to a beat that’s in your own head in a robotic fashion, and then moving the legs in a piston type movement, marching up and down making sure the knees reach as high as a 36 year old human can.  

After I was walking along the street like this shouting in a kind of Mr. Bean tone, “THIS WAY!  THIS WAY AMBER, THIS WAY!!”, I heard from the distance this tiny, but frighteningly mature little voice peep, “You’re Silly”.  That’s from a two and a half year old. 

I just said, “What are you talking about?  This is how I walk”. 

I carried on walking like that for most of the way, while she carried on walking in a more human like acceptable fashion.

Friday, 13 May 2016

Will Terry-So You Wish They Would Outlaw Fan Art Do You?

So here we have a little inspirational nugget of a video, get yer peepers wrapped a-roond it.  All about the different values of creating fan art.  I give this several thumbs up and couldn't agree with Mr.Terry more...

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Happy New Year

Well that's the New Year then, innit? 

I don't have any stories really.  Well, it'd be stuff like, "the night I was disappointed to have finished off my box of Tunnocks tea cakes," or "the day that went in dead quick.  Like one minute it's half 7 in the morning, then it's 11, then  it's 4, then half 6, then  8, then shit-I'm going-to-miss-the-bus, then f*!k it, I'll walk, then 9, then tea-time, then 11-thirty-shree, then off to beddybumbose.  Went in dead quick that day did, but no one wants to hear about that.

But plans for the Thoms for this year:

Online shop is a biggie,  2 comic cons, writing up some Thom based character animation TV series proposals, doing some Thom toons  and an annual of Shite Me Up.  I have some ideas for books of Thoms but I'm feeling an annual of Shite Me Up has to come first.

So for the now, no stories just some pictures of things that I have drawn over my lunchtimes at work.  It's kind of surprising/startling/unnerving at how little I remember of actually doing some of this shit after I go back and look at it the next day.  

It's nice not to think sometimes...