Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Forever

Inspired by the never ending fun that is Bunnyopolis and its residents Aaran, Iona and Jura, three continental giants that became our fur kids in 2011 Jayne decided to have a go at creating a little bunny plaque called 'A Hoppy Home Is a Happy Home' to go in Bunnyopolis. It was to be made out of wood from an old palette that came with a few slabs we layed in the Summer
Well, one thing led to another and Jayne made the plaque, then another, then another. Pretty soon she had moved in the studio with me and we began to work side by side, Jayne making anything and everything she could think of bunny related whilst I painted Impossimals. Then one day Jayne said 'I could make our three in wood' which seemed a splendid idea so out came the paper and pencils and we sketched Aaran, Iona and Jura as simple side profile views.
The palettes were stripped of their wood so she had plenty of raw materials to begin with, the thicker bits left for the bases of the bunnies and she started to saw away.

Once cut out the profiles looked rather simple, what was required was a bit of work to make them look attractive. Rather a lot of work actually that Jayne got stuck in to.

Through a combination of trial and error slowly a particular style started to take shape using everything from paint, pens, pencils and wire.

A little bit of fabric finished the bunnies and she ended up with this...

And so Foreverbunny was born, hand made bespoke rabbits with a real vintage feel. I'm really proud of Jayne doing this single handed, all the products look great and now include wreaths, freestanding buns and even fabric all made with a love and care as if it was going in our own home.

The Foreverbunny website went online a few weeks ago with events starting to be lined up this year and next. The first of which is on the 17th November at the Arrow Farm Christmas Craft and Food Fair, Steetly, Worksop, Nottinghamshire. Further events will be added as soon as we get confirmation and can be found at www.foreverbunny.co.uk or by clicking here. All are welcome on the day to see Jaynes Foreverbunny range for the very first time.

So I thought it would be only appropriate to celebrate it with a special Impossimal original called 'Meet The Family' featuring our own special Foreverbunnies...

'Meet The Family'

 

Monday, October 29, 2012

Quadrapossimal

Over the weekend I was delighted to receive a friend request from Stuart Wilson, a collector of my work for many years who had spent the last three turning his 1965 Lambretta in to a mobile piece of art. It really is a piece of work and just like my Impossimals it's been put together with love, care and attention. I asked Stuart for a couple of words about the reasons he decided to decorate it this way...

'The artwork was done by Kevin Bambra, he decorates a lot of the show ground rides, and works from a small workshop in South Shields. My aim was to make people smile, not enough people smile these days !

Everyone seems to think that naked ladies and vampires are the in thing at the moment - I like your Impossimals.

Kev painted the bike and Phil Stewart put it together. Both deserve a lot of credit.

It got its name 'Nutty As A Fruit Cake' from the first description my Father in Law, Brian said to his daughter Diane, now my wife, " Your not going out with him from the bottom of the estate, he is as nutty as a fruit cake" - and here we are, happy and still Nutty !

On the front mudguard is a family picture. Annabel, Diane, Rachel and myself, looking down onto the road. A copy of a picture that hangs above my bed. Nice to think their always with me.

Front legshields have a my Daughters Annabel (with pink bow) and Rachel (with Blue). Fantastic fun people.

Horn casting has eyes and nose of an immpossibel, I suppose its me.

Inside the leg shield is a picture of me pushing a roundel up a hill - Its suppose to show my struggle to keep my company, family and the country going in the right direction, not sliding down! Strange but thats the way I feel.

On the tool box door is a Cat with red and white stripes - My love of Sunderland Football Club.

On one side of the side panels it shows my Mod mates who I grew up with, a great mix of The Jam, Quadrophenia, Clothes. Nesty (Gary Foster), Phil Johnson, Steve Worgan, Bill Shepherd and Myself. I only see Phil now.

On the other is shows Diane and myself in the lake district - our favourite place. Home of were I discovered your art - Treeby and Bolton in Keswick, great for food and art.

The back light is my favourite piece. We have alway had a house Rabbit, the most fantastic pet. Biscuits is shown sitting on my head."

What a great piece of work Stuart, thanks for sharing it with us and of course whilst I'm out and about I'll keep my eyes peeled for you :)

 

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Chester Appearance

With only two weeks to go to the first Christmas With The Impossimals event in Chester on the 10th November and guess what, we get snow. In 2010 we were on the It's a Stripe Thing tour when the same thing happened, only then we had a whopping thirty six inches in two days to contend with that lasted over a month. Lets hope it's not like that this year although reports from America are talking about a Frankenstorm, a combination of a snow storm and a hurricane combining. Normally we get the fallout from these storms a week or so later. Brrrr!

Anyway, for details of the event you can go here, you don't need an invite, just turn up on the day and the gallery will be full of Impossimals both new, rare and special originals with both myself and Jayne on hand to tell you the story to your piece or do a personal dedication to go with it.

Should be fun!

 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Trollied

Supermarket trolleys have come a long way since the rickety random wheeled variety from many years ago although our local does occasionally like to throw one in every now and again. They are quite cheap though, you can get one for a pound at our supermarket, I really don't know how they do it, although the wheels do jam if you try to leave the car park with it which is quite inconvenient as is the burly security guard that wrestles you to the floor. Anyway, trolleys of the shopping variety can occasionally cause other problems so let's visit one occasion when Jayne visited the Twilight Shopping Zone yesterday.

Shopping went as normal, you walk up and down numerous aisles tutting at the new supercons, did you know for example that when you buy that big bag of peas on offer that you need to check the weight? Yesterday we found the same brand had conveniently priced a larger bag to look good value but buy two of the smaller bags and they work out at the same price but get this, you get a third more, go figure.

We went to the checkout and was greeted to the normal chit-chat, 'Hi, are you ok?', personally and this is just my point of view, I want this kind of question from a qualified medical professional not at the checkout when I'm stood next to two bags of peas, six bottles of wine and a small comb. Another thing is when they ask 'Did you find everything you were looking for?', no, not really, I lost 10p in spare change and a small bit of lint down the back of the sofa six years ago and was disappointed to find you don't have a replacement, more to the point just when exactly are you going to stock hats for cats?

'Cash back?', yes if it's free but it never is is it?. Jayne carries on and enjoys this kind of thing, I personally are a bit of a grump at the checkout but saying that I still prefer a real checkout rather than those robot ones where you become unpaid staff and it tells you silly things like 'Unexpected item in baggage area' when a zephyr of a breeze wafts over the scales.

Out we rolled and back to the car through the obstacle course car park, you know the type, all speed humps, grids that shake the contents of your bottles to bursting point and inconveniently placed pathways to foil your escape. The car was loaded and I sat in the drivers seat. Jayne on the other hand was returning the trolley, I could see her quite clearly as she tried to fit the trolleys together to retrieve the pound coin only this time they didn't quite fit.

Again Jayne pushed the trolley into the first line and it bounced back, another push and it bounced again hitting her legs. I know Jayne and this was a game changer, it was no longer an inconvenience it was now more of a challenge, so thinking logically she pushed the trolley line to make sure the metal that should move out of the way was not jammed by anything. Good thinking. Yes, it did indeed move out of the way freely so rolling back a little she gave it an almighty shove. The trolley line buckled under the force like an arcing caterpillar and launched the trolley back into her midsection nearly picking her up off the floor.

Boy was she getting angry, I went to get out of the car and was waved back in, obviously letting me interfere would be defeat so instead I made myself comfortable, picked up a banana and watched. By now she had moved onto the second line with the same results, even kicking it in didn't work, she was a little more wary of the kickback this time. Then I saw a lightbulb moment hit Jayne, the trolley park has two sides, if this didn't work maybe the trolley lines on the other side would?

A second later she was around the other side expecting an easy time, not so, same problem, different line. Wham! Dust fell from the covered trolley park roof as it shuddered under the impact, trolleys started rolling away and passers bye stopped and stared at a red faced Jayne who was nearly bent double after her attempt at a run up roll with triple backflip and split kick met the same unmoving obstacle. Even at this distance I could see 'Why doesn't the bloody thing fit?' written on her face.

Turning the trolley around she had a new idea but found the little bit of chain that held the pound freeing device wouldn't quite reach any other way so as I got out of the car to the tune of trolleys smashing together every couple of seconds Jayne was repeatedly ramming anything and everything to try and get it to work. Nothing was safe, small children ran away screaming, grown men wept, dogs howled, you know the type of thing, maybe that last description was a tad dramatic but she was creating quite a din. From a distance it must have looked like some nutter was loose in the car park and it was only a matter of time before they started on the cars.

I walked around and prised the trolley from her grip, lifting each finger off one at a time as the trolley demolition derby carried on to the chant of 'Fit!, fit!,fit! godammit!'. Once freed I pushed the trolley smoothly into the third line and clipped them together to retrieve the pound coin.

'I thought we had done the big shop.' said Jayne as some kind of explanation as to why for the last ten minutes she had been unsuccessfully ramming a small trolley into lines full of big trolleys. Silently we walked to the car.

'Don't you dare blog about this.' She said and the temperature of the car dropped several degrees.

 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Real

I was recently invited to take part in Real, or more correctly Welcome To Real a social network using the post and physical objects. Basically I'm assigned a plot, a real pigeon hole at a location in London and using prepaid envelopes you send 'posts' to your plot where they are updated twice a day online for everyone to view, I can visit my plot if I want to and I can even message other plots using the postal service, it's really quite surreal but definately something different, if you want to view some of the current plots have a look at www.welcometoreal.co.uk.

My starter pack arrived in this nifty mock laptop, underneath was everything I need to 'post' offline, all I need now is a good idea where to start and once I have that I'll have a plot number to give you so you can follow the growth of my plot from the comfort of your own armchair.

I'll keep you posted so to speak, don't forget that you don't have long now to enter the Evergreen Art Cafe Christmas Card competition, full details at www.petersmithcollective.co.uk.

 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Recommended Daily Amounts

As the government announces a new voluntary initiative which is bound to work seeing as its voluntary, involving the labelling of food for health purposes, even though they haven't agreed on a design yet it is definitely going to be done sometime next year maybe, today's blog aims to bridge the gap and inform but not finger point at yet another attempt in a balanced way.

Food should be fun, after all we are told that eating carb laden salty ridden breakfast cereals or drinking the equivalent of sixteen cups of sugar in one sitting should have us all skipping to work no matter our body shape or size so with that in mind I can reveal the governments new fun facts traffic light system designed to make food fun and informative.

First of all lets forget all the recommended daily allowances, after all they were created when we had to go out of our cave and bash a few dinosaurs for dinner, chasing a T-Rex all day burned up a lot of energy but there was no television. In today's world we have plenty more to do than chase the odd dinosaur such as sitting at a desk or maybe going to the kitchen to make a sandwich which all burn energy, did you know you burn one calorie every minute doing nothing? Probably. So due to our excessive calorie burning we have less energy, don't chase dinosaurs and so need to eat until we feel full. It all makes sense now doesn't it?

So as you can see our new pie chart traffic light fun facts tells you what you want to know in a glance. We have used green to tell you it's fine, eat as much as you want, orange indicates that it goes well with chips by identifying salt content in relation to an average bag of chips and we don't use red as it puts people off buying stuff. Fill your trolley safe in the knowledge we have done all the hard work for you.

KNOW YOUR FOOD

Only one of these will make you fat and cost more than any of the others, which is it?

The correct answer of course is C, fruit and vegetables are some of the most expensive products in the supermarket and even worse they come raw and get this, you have to combine them and cook them yourself. But let's delve a little deeper and find out why a humble carrot is fattening.

It's all to do with the letter C and colour, lets take the, one at a time...

A - Cake - It contains a C at the beginning so is safe to eat in large quantities, it's that healthy that supermarkets place them everywhere around the store to help you select the right cake.

B - Chocolate - It contains a C at the beginning again so handy healthy bars are situated at all supermarket tills for ease, at Christmas you can buy healthy strips of chocolate in yard lengths, these are handy and I recommend one of these to be taken daily as it contains large quantities of calcium, that's milk to me and you, plus chocolate makes you feel happy according to surveys funded by chocolate manufacturers.

C - Carrot - BEWARE Although it starts with a C it's coloured orange as a warning. Carrots come from underground where they are exposed to soil and worms. Would you eat something that had touched a worm? I didn't think so. Rabbits eat them and they have big ears and live underground because they are ashamed, carrots taste a bit like soap too or so I'm told by the microwave food manufacturers who have to use them in their meals after lobbying by 'healthyists'. To prevent you accidentally tasting carrots they recommend you overlook them out of existence in your microwave after they have precooked the hell out of them in the factory. Fruit is also a member of this family and they live with birds in the trees and we have all seen bird poop, Urgh!

D - Ice cream - Double bonus, it contains two C's and comes in a variety of colours and flavours. The benefits of ice cream cannot be denied as it can be served with that other super food, chocolate, giving ice cream a coveted triple CCC rating. Manufacturers make sure they are in handy portion sized tubs and recommend you eat one at each sitting, they can even aid midnight munchies and require no preparation like dirty vegetables.

E - Spam - This is a trick one, at first glance it doesn't fit any categories but think about it, it comes in a can and cans start with C so anything in a can is healthy and you can find such delicacies as jellied chicken, hot dog sausages and even a breakfast!

F - Pizza - This one should be obvious, the addition of cheese, there's that healthy C again, adds calcium whilst the fact that it can be cut into triangles allows for portion control. Pizza is one of the most versatile foods and helps a balanced diet by bringing together carbs in the dough for energy, cheese for healthy bones, tomato sauce for taste and twenty six types of processed meat toppings for protein and vitamins. They may be animal vitamins injected earlier to stimulate meat growth but they never did me any harm. Moo. Pizza should be served with garlic butter bread as garlic has health giving properties and the double carbs washed down with a sugary can of pop is an ideal way to fill up and fit up in one sitting.

WHAT DO I NEED TO DRINK?

Health experts recommend three litres a day of liquid. In real terms that means eight cans of fizzy pop, avoid the sugar free variety as its just flavoured water with very little value for money, go for expensive brands to guarantee you get that sugary hit. Engine oil or a little lard mixed in boiling water helps aid digestion and allows that extra sausage roll to slip down a little easier.

IS MY SHAPE HEALTHY?

Look at the government approved chart and decide on your body shape, use the list below to find out the shocking truth.

1. Absolutely perfect, you bulge in all the right places showing a sustained steady intake of fat, sugar, salt and calorie laden goodies with a disproportional body to head shape. Keep it up!

2. OMG, eat something quick. With little or no fat you will constantly feel cold and your muscle tone will look unattractive to members of the opposite sex. You will be considered a freak and shunned by the public, occasionally you will find like minded people herded into groups at so called gyms. You obviously lack all the daily nutrients required, eat dirty food like vegetables and have no sweet tooth you poor thing. There is hope though, start increasing your chocolate and pork pie intake gradually over the next year and I guarantee in twelve months you will be well on your way to a fuller healthier rounder figure and no longer feel an outsider.

3. Curvaceous and bubbly your favourite food is curlywurlys and quavers, a spot on sweet savoury ratio that should see you into maintaining that attractive figure well into your old age.

4. A quality figure taking a leaf from that peculiar triangular quality street shape. A heavy bottom gives you your own portable sofa and you find you can be comfortable sitting in any situation, especially when eating.

5. Way to go! Top heavy allows for some impressive fashion statements, clothes will hang rather than fit, exactly how designers intended and the extra bulk will strengthen your back while you walk.

6. Beach ball beauty, this seasons celebrity shape celebrating the best in booty. Eat plenty of butter, cheese and of course cream to maintain this sort after figure.

7. You are cock sure of yourself so stand up right and be proud of this seemingly stiff posture, don't go to the gym or take any exercise at all otherwise you will imbalance your unique figure.

Now, to celebrate your new found knowledge you need to give yourself a new name to celebrate, so take your favourite food and add your first pets name to give you your Fit Name.

Today's blog has been bought to you by Health Expert Chips Tiddles, president of the governments Fit Fat Program and Director of Massive Microwave Meals For Schools the leading suppliers of fried food for under fives.

 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Blow

I have no idea where this came from but it gave me quite a fright when it dropped out of an old book. Some gnarled twisted distant relative maybe that explains my crooked teeth and long nose, or something from a victorian freak show perhaps? A strange monster it proclaims but turn it on its side and all becomes clear.

Can you see it? it's a dog curled up asleep. How strange, why on earth was it in a book of mine? Anyway, what was I going to tell you?

I remember, another unsavoury item in a life full of unsavoury moments, non more so that witnessing, and I hope your not eating, witnessing a grown man using a public hairdryer at a gym to dry his hair. Nothing too shocking is it until you realise the hair he was drying happened to be from his bottom and I was greeted to a full 360 as he swing it through his legs to finish as though it was a microphone. Unbelievable.

Bare in mind that this hairdryer is used by oodles of people to dry their hair it's not very sanitary is it?

So I no longer use the hairdryer, not that I have enough hair to dry in the first place, I just don't fancy it blowing in my face so to speak. And whilst we are on the subject yesterday we were witness to a five year old slaughtering members of the public in a supermarket with an axe. OK, it was a rubber axe but they were freely running around belting random shoppers with a hefty axe whilst the parents laughed, the shoppers didn't laugh and eventually a shopper de-axed the maniac only to be admonished by the five year old that they were stealing and needed killing. My, what is everything coming too?

Axe wielding children and blow dry bottoms is almost too much for one day so on that bombshell and because I have run out of inspiration today the blog entry is rather incomprehensible, rather like life really.

 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Victory V

If you received this Victor annual in your Christmas stocking in 1966 you probably marvelled at all the manly things in its contents. From big game hunters to snipers and footballers, it's so packed full of testosterone it's more likely to buy you a pint and whip your butt with a towel in the showers but beneath all that musky overtones lays something a little more unnerving, get ready for Fifty Shades Of Victor.

It was the end of a wild night, one minute it was a party and the next something that the sword master had never witnessed before, stumbling upstairs he found somebody had left...

So that's what the banging was he thought as he untied Chesil from the bed, better hide that...

And...

Or you will be...

And you know what that means. Chesil didn't want to be first in the barrel, he had learnt his lesson when he realised that the cupboard under the stairs is no longer referred to as a glory hole.

Down stairs the sword master bumped into Julie, reminding her to keep quiet about last night, not that it was required she was too embarrassed to talk about it, she should have realised when the sword master said to her 'brace yourself or...'

The party though was still in full swing and the sword master removed his clothes as he entered the reddish room.

' Let's get stuck in, anybody fancy a pant python?'

In the corner things were already hotting up in a regal way although they had gone too far the other side of the room when the livestock escaped...

Even so, Tupper, the youngest participant was enjoying himself...

'In for a penny in for a pound' said the sword master as he donned his mask and was tied to the rack...

He was stretched starfish like in a new position called the allotment that ended an hour later when someone shouted...

But before he was untied their sordid activities were interrupted by the vice squad that burst through the door that very moment...

They all protested, including Chesil who was only now covered in Vaseline and wearing a leather cap but one by one they were bundled semi clothed in the police van.

Said the policeman as they closed the door, 'The mayor will pay for all your services at his special party, are you up for that?'

'You bet!' said the sword master 'as long as...'

THE END