No, this isn’t a post about a march happening on campus. That’s what you might call a clickbait header, albeit a weak one where you’re not actually trying to bait a click. This is literally a post with some of the sketches I did in March (the month) on campus. Ok it is not all of them, but a few stragglers to fit into one post because I don’t feel like giving them their own posts. Also, it’s not just campus, there’s a sketch or two that are from downtown. So the title is not only clickbait but misleading. I’m getting the hang of this internet lark. Above is Young Hall, or part of it anyway, as seen from the MU across the street. I don’t like drawing bikes, but it’s a necessary exercise on this campus.  Above, the Bike Barn and the Silo as seen from the shade of the Chemistry Building. Do i get bored of drawing the same things? Sometimes but mostly I don’t. I draw them from slightly different places, at different times of the year. You could argue I never draw the same thing twice, because either it is slightly different, or I am. Looking back to October 2006 this view was one of the first I ever drew on campus. I hated drawing bikes even then. 2006, what a long time ago now. I moved to America in 2005, twenty years ago; what a long time ago that feels, especially now. Twenty years. A lot has happened in twenty years, but I’m still drawing in sketchbooks.

It was raining a bit, but I had to sketch this fellow yelling outside the MU, preaching some nonsense about machines being sinful or whatever. It reminded me of the being at school. No I didn’t go to one of those schools, but me and my friends formed a band and did a ‘gospel’ version of one of my songs for a laugh, with completely off the cuff gospel style words like we would see people do outside the tube station with their tambourines. I still have the tape somewhere. I thought of my old mate Hooker singing, “Repent your sins he said to me! I did exactly that and now I got a double chin!” I think about that a lot. Fifteen years old, we would sometimes get on the tube with our travelcards and go down London, and encounter all sort of characters about the streets and stations that would make us laugh, and they would inevitably end up in our songs. There was one guy who would stand near Oxford Circus and yell at the top of this voice, “Did man make the Sun? No!!! Did man make make the Elephants? No!!!” over and over, this became a staple catchphrase for us at school. We’d be in the canteen, “Did man the Beans? No!!!” and so on. Life was simple at fifteen, uncomplicated. Funny to think back but within another fifteen years of then I had moved to America and started a new life, and there is longer between me moving here and now than was between me being a cheeky fifteen year old at school and flying across the Atlantic to live in California.

Ok, off campus we go. This is Third Street, downtown. Come on I’ve drawn all these before. I’m not that imaginative. As I say, I’m drawing it at a different time of our lives. This was March 13, 2025. Remember March 13, 2020? I bet you do. And look where we are now. I don’t want to think about where else we might be going, there’s enough sleepless nights. But that was five years ago now. Five years! That’s a long chunk of time. Personally I’m still not over the stupid ‘Imagine’ video with Gal Gadot and friends singing to us all over Zoom. You know what I learned recently that I didn’t know at the time in the pandemic, back in England they were calling it the ‘Panny-D”. When I say ‘they’ I don’t mean ‘everyone in England’ or even ‘most people’ but I heard people referring to it as the “Panny-D” and I became just a little bit less British. I asked my friend James about this, he was visiting California recently with his wife, and he said yes people were saying that, and also using the phrase “Hanny Sanny” to refer to Hand Sanitizer. “Hanny Sanny”. This is on the same level of speech as “Hollybobs”. I left England in 2005, and I swear the longer I’m away the more my own version of English is going to sound like something linguists might discover people speaking on Roanoke Island, some throwback to Elizabethan times. I’ll go home and talk and to them I may as well be saying “Marry, nuncle, prithee ’tis a privy” or whatever gobbledegook. I used to study evolving English, and I take the view of embracing language change, but “Panny-D” and “Hanny-Sanny”? Load of old pony if you ask me.

Finally, this is the Davis Tower, I know it’s not much of a tower but that is what it is called. It’s down by the train station, I assumed it was like an air traffic control tower but for trains, but that is probably just my imagination, which as we have established is not very good these days. It was a Friday morning, pissing down with rain (I have to add ‘with rain’ in case you might think it was pissing down with wee), and I was taking a vacation day to visit my aforementioned friend James and his wife Lauren who were in San Francisco to celebrate their tenth anniversary. They were married there ten years ago that week, I was the only witness, and wow has time flown by. Ten years, blink, that’s happened. This was also the week that saw the tenth anniversary of Terry Pratchett’s death, my beloved Pratchett whose books I devoured as a teenager and twenty-something. I have recently been listening to the new Discworld audiobooks, stories I have not read in decades now, and right now I am re-reading ‘Night Watch’ for the first time in over 20 years, and loving it. I love an audiobook, because I can listen while I am sketching, but when I finally sit and actually read a book I take my time (I’m a notoriously slow reader) (well not ‘notorious’, I’m not like a villain or anything who tortures people by reading stories really slowly) (I just write them out slowly in blog form haha) I can do all the voices in my head, or aloud if I’m on my own, and really dive into the world. Anyway, I stood out of the pouring rain and drew this while waiting for my train, and this was the first page of a new sketchbook. There’s always a first page to a new sketchbook.