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king octopus...
says it all really.
gather 'round children, and let me sing to you the story of the great 'king octopus' of london town.
aye, he would float twenty feet above the ol' river thames, in days of yore; and that poorly realised, yet regal, monster would sing for the souls of the honest sailors as they navigated those troubled waters.
some underwater scene, it seems...
robot ? check
rocket ? check
tentacles ? check
so predictable i have descended into self parody, it appears.
robot looks a little like a duck, though, i think: and the rocket has those nose-cone fins that we've not seen before 'plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose' as a french bloke once said.
an octopus surrounded by bubbles is what ended-up on the paper during the meeting that i was in the other day.
now this was either a random cephalopod that leapt to the end of my biro whilst my thoughts were elsewhere; or the image in some way relates to the workload of the mysterious 'monksy' alluded to above the doodle...
nice tentacles, though (as the actress said to the bishop)
an octopus in specs, would you believe it ?
i suppose that it wouldn't take much imagination to decide that the octopus is me, and that i'm obviously feeling that i have 'a lot on' at the moment.
this, and the next few doodles to appear have all been the results of a series of three two-hour lectures that i was required to attend.
a cross between an octopus and the cookie monster.
which i like.
