Tortoise Vs. Hare


Aesop's fable meets Dr Strangelove meets Milton Caniff. Kinda.



Click here to view the strip as an all-new cinematic slideshow (Part 1)

Click here for the dramatic denouement (Part 2)

Terror at the Junction
A little skit featuring my home away from home and some zombies - to be continued!

24 hour party people. Last night/this morning I had the dubious privilege of joining fellow masochists in the 24 hour comics challenge, aiming to produce an entire 24 page comic in 24 hours with no prior preparation. You can see the resulting masterpiece here. Notice the effects of sleep deprivation around page 19.

Sketchbook doodle. Random scrawlings with my brushpen on a newly-acquired bookywook.

Don't forget to check out my new flickr account above (www.flickr.com/photos/archtoons) for a more viewer-friendly chance to peruse my strips.

Part the fourth. The final instalment of 'They Won't Learn.' Scroll down for the beginning.

Page 3 - 'They Won't Learn'. Scroll down to get to the start of the story.

Collateral Dommage Issue 1 Out Now!
My latest mini-comic is available now, for the bargain price of £1 or $2. Many thanks to all who traded it at SPX for their own stuff if that's the reason why you've crash landed on this here blog - scroll down for past work. To all newbies, the rest of the strip will be tantalizingly uploaded over the next few days, so be sure to come back to read the rest of this short story.

Robotman meets White River
(With apologies to Jim Reddick)

Bernard T. Rex A snippet from the children's book I'm working on about a vegan Tyrannosaurus. In this scene Bernard is perfecting his angry look a la Taxi Driver.

Just the two of us...
Pure pop art passion

She's My Laaaaaady
A pixelated tribute to the wonder that is my glorious girlfriend.

Boom boom...

A brace of gag cartoons. Click on the image for a larger version.

Sketches from an american hinterland

The Men Who Brought Disco Lights

Batteries Not Included
If we can all turn our washing machines to 30, switch off all lights and join a car pool, then maybe we can offset some of the tons o' carbon generated by most of the pop world glitterati jetting in to play Wembley. Maybe. Good gig though.

July 6th: The Beast With the Two Backs

Misanthrope, moi?

Captain's Log
No, it's not the product of Bluebeard dropping the kids off at the pool, it's a daily chronicle of life in the big urban cesspool that is Londinium. Sort of Samuel Pepys meets Gary Baseman.

Judgement Day for the NHS
So here's a second attempt at the same cartoon about the still-born young doctors initiative that Patricia Screwit has let slip through her bloody midwife fingers and splat on the floor.

Not know what I'm on about? Then click ere and prepare not to get seriously ill around August.

What's Up, Doc?
Patricia Hewitt survives a vote of no confidence, despite clinging for dear life onto a moribund NHS whilst being frantically grasped at by Junior Doctors.

For those of you interested in the prints below btw, my email is archburger@gmail.com.

Roll up, roll up, get your pop art 'ere
Limited edition canvases of the following pics, plus more on the way - ideal for bday presents, early christmas, forgotten father's day, barmitzvah or happy post-op celebrations.

All canvii are A2 and look spiffing.

A Visit to the Library - Part the Third

"No Fire Without Smoke"
part II.

See below for part I in this carcinogenic cartooning caboodle.

And whilst you're at, check out my spiffing page at The Crap Public Schools Association.

Your over-zealous public school education depends on it. It's the least you could do to celebrate a didactic decade of open access gym showers, estuary accents and biscuit games.

A visit to the library - part deux.
(see below for the start)

Welcome, Swines!
Public school greetings and a flick of a wet gym towel to new visitors to this page if you've been directed from the Crap Public Schools Association or anything else Swine-related. Scroll down and soak up the rich cartoony aromas.

To the rest of you hoi polloi, behold the first instalment of a strip based around the antics of the boys and teachers at Swinesend: Britain's Greatest Public School. If you're not familiar with it already, then QUICK! make haste to the link on the right and purchase a copy of the luxurious tome (illustrated by yours truly) forthwith. Failure to do so will spell detention and possibly one on one time with Mr Gropeworthy after school.

The Freelance Files 1: A visit to the library

The Jumble Strip
Not to be confused with the Rumble Strips. And so out of the primordial creative ooze a -barely- coherent narrative takes its first tentative steps.

This one's a mix of old-school reunion, job satisfaction and finding solace in the bottom of a pint glass.

Random Sketchings
Studies from some of my graphic novel heroes. A prize to those of you who can name them all.

It's been all a bit hectic of late what with moving flat, not having t'internet (hence the odd radio silence) and the relative meltdown of most GCSE/A-level students as exams draw nerve-bendingly closer and closer. So here's a brief selection of what I've been up to, plus the first of many sequences for a strip I'll be doing about the vagaries of freelance life in Laandaan.

Self Portrait, take 2.
A new take on the style I mentioned yesterday.Snazzy.

Pop Art-tastic
A happy marriage of cartoons, pop art and those zeitgeisty stencil canvases everyone's throwing on their walls these days: and even easier to recognise than my usual caricatures (i'd like to think).

Beware the Horns of Fury
Hoxton Bar n Grill faces a musical apocalypse on Weds 30th May - an invasion by the unique musical pioneers that are 'Danny Fontaine and the Horns of Fury'. Like Gogol Bordello, only more kletzmer.
Anyhoo, I did the poster to the left so keep an eye out for it around Laaandan innit.

Check out their myspace to hear for yerselves

A Family Affair
So I've broken into the lucrative bespoke caricature trade. All I need is a photo, a list of what your chosen giftee likes doing, and what the occasion is (bday, wedding, anniversary etc).

Here's a bday sample for an avid golfer and his famille.

Drop us a line if you'd like to order your own piece of individual burger art (tm).

Old Street, circa 6pm of a Friday.

The 6am follow-up will follow shortly...

There's nothing quite like drawing a cartoon of the Blair fan spinning inexorably into the future in the exact same week he announces his stepping down from power. Cue 'my part in his downfall' Milligan-esque mutterings.

If you'd like to put forward a new poop to hit the blairfan, send your fecund fecal-based foibles my way.

In other news, this is quite the most depressing clip I've seen for a while. It'd be funny if it was from Chris Morris's twisted mind. As opposed to being true.

Morir, page uno.
Here's the start of a graphic novel adaptation I'm working on of an obscure Catalan play called 'Morir' by Sergei Belbel. That's 'dying' in english translation. So nice and upbeat.

I'm also really into Hogarth at the moment after just catching the exhibition of his at Tate Britain (finishing today) which was awesome. Can't believe he was working on that stuff 300 years ago. I'll be posting up my homage to him forthwith so keep those mince pies peeled.

A 200 pounder with cheese.
A little mirthsome Friday pm fare for you all.

Not quite as mirthsome as the prospect of Bob Hoskins mouthing Jamie T's latest single, Sheila, in this music video, but getting there. The homeless man's 'buh' expression made me chuckle so watch out for that.

See you later, elevator
New Arctics album's out in but a matter o' days now and I can tell yuz that it's a belter. Their mooted departure into dub-electrocrunk was but a rumour, so naysayers beware. This here's dedicated to that black/yellow kill bill-esque colour scheme of the first single, 'Brianstorm'.

Part IV: Finally finished!
Full colour now, with blends and a few tweaks here and there.

Phew. I'm going for a lie-down.

Step 3 - Base Colour and Flesh Tones

Me plus one (scanner). Which is what today's image comes courtesy of.
Talkabout a learning curve. Also reminds me of the mindbogglingly good funk covers album that Mark Ronson's unleashed on the world this week, featuring a splendid horn turn on Kasabian's LSF. Listen to it on his myspace here. And tell im i sent yuh.

As for the latest stage of the tennis pic, keep those eyes peeled - it may surface later on tonight or in the wee hours of tomozo matin.