All the Young Droogs

Another day working in London. Another day remembering just how insane the Northern Line is during rush hour. Keeping my head down in the naughty corner of a publisher’s office. Feeling tired and grumpy with a sandpaper throat. Clouded by a dull headache that hung around like a cloud of LA pollution. Trying to caption more chapters of the book whilst on a diet of soda and aspirin. This is not the way to produce great art. It is not even the way to produce mediocre art.

Being off form means there are now a lot less obscure punk and Bowie references in the captions for Global Gangland than usual for a Southwell book. I just could not get into the flow. The only effort I was really pleased with was ‘All the young droogs’ for the bosozoku entry.