Last night, Kirsty and I went over to Lara’s to see Liz before The Big Race. We all carbed up on cake in solidarity with Liz, even though she is the only one doing enough exercise to justify this kind of behaviour. I had bought a beetroot and chocolate cake along, John had made a […]
I am not sure when Mark started calling me Feasel* or when I started calling Mark Bear, but time has consolidated the myth of Feasel & the Bear into several drawings, many little stories, and finally, a piece of knitwear. Exhibit # 1 – a drawing by me Exhibit # 2 – a drawing by […]