It's Bobby!
So, through my usual level of spectacularly bad planning, I seem to have booked myself into four conventions this year, all of which are only seven weeks apart.
As I am wont to do, I've been doing some artworks for autographs and in Autumn last year, I'd set myself a goal of having twelve character portraits ready by the time I leave for JIB in mid-April.
Then my muse decided to go on strike and for weeks I couldn't produce a single picture that didn't look like it had been produced by a trained chimp. By Christmas I'd managed to produce two pictures that I was satisfied with, and decided to take a break.
Anyway, by the new year, I picked my pencils up again and it seemed that my muse had decided to get her arse in gear again, and thankfully the pictures started flowing again.
And so here is picture number nine, my favourite grumpy old codger ... who else, but Bobby!
As I am wont to do, I've been doing some artworks for autographs and in Autumn last year, I'd set myself a goal of having twelve character portraits ready by the time I leave for JIB in mid-April.
Then my muse decided to go on strike and for weeks I couldn't produce a single picture that didn't look like it had been produced by a trained chimp. By Christmas I'd managed to produce two pictures that I was satisfied with, and decided to take a break.
Anyway, by the new year, I picked my pencils up again and it seemed that my muse had decided to get her arse in gear again, and thankfully the pictures started flowing again.
And so here is picture number nine, my favourite grumpy old codger ... who else, but Bobby!