Frances yesterday commented that my post yesterday was a bit deep so, for her, I'm ringing the changes with some humour, albeit of the black nature. Since childhood, I've loved the work of Giles, who I see hails from Islington, the same part of London as my dad. That made him a Cockney as well then.
Compilation annuals of his cartoons arrived in our family home at Christmas so there was a stack of them. They're probably still in one of the overflowing cupboards somewhere. My parents aren't really the decluttering type. Some of the earlier copies dated back to the fifties, well before I was born. They contain so much detail and often provide a historical record of bygone events in modern history as well. My favourite image here is the kid sucking the kettle though I'm particularly keen on Larry, the evil kid with the moptop who's pictured up to mischief in the bottom right corner. And of course there's Grandma, who I'm happy to see is commemorated with a statue outside an office in Ipswich where Giles once worked. As you can see, she's priceless!
Images: A Celebration of Giles