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Marley and Me

Original one-sheet poster for the Owen Wilson film “Marley and Me” (2009), painted by Gus Hughes. Dismissing studio complaints that the poster was not particularly representative of the film, Hughes reportedly said: “Look, I drew the fecking dog, didn’t I? And if your stupid fecking film doesn’t have a lighthouse, the eyes of God and a giant fecking worm in it that’s not my fault, is it? I didn’t direct the fecking thing, did I?”.

Hughes is currently in negotiations to direct “Sister Act 3: Big Worms!”.

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The Story of Grass #4

Hughes and I launched issue 4 of our art/humour/widdicombe zine The Story of Grass last night, at the opening of our latest exhibition at Peg Powler Gallery. It was a bit of a mad rush – the zine had to be finished (Hughes and I jammed on the last couple of pages and the results are spiffy) and then Hughes went AWOL for an hour or two while I panicked and then it was off to Staples to get it photocopied, and we arrived at the gallery with thirty minutes to put the pictures up. We flung them bastards at the walls like it was pebbledash with faces and layers of meaning and were finished with 3 minutes to spare. Instant exhibition!

So the zine is done! This one features:

    Less pages!
    Less writing!
    More colour!
    More Widdicombe!
    Same price!

And the same old quote from Bob Mortimer on the cover.

It’s arty and funny and weird and it will make you taller, if that’s what you’d like.

24 photocopied pages, incl. 8 in colour and probably 3 funny ones.

Buy it here: http://thestoryofgrass.bigcartel.com/product/the-story-of-grass-4

‘I liked The Story of Grass. I laughed until I stopped then started up again more firmly.’ – Bob Mortimer

‘Wonderfully surreal and darkly comic’ – Silent Words Speak Loudest

‘Frankly hilarious. It owes something to the Vic Reeves school of comedy, and maybe a bit of early Viz’ – The Crack magazine

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Wonder Showzen

Wonder Showzen is Sesame Street as beamed from a bad planet. It’s amazingly inventive, offensive and funny. You’ll love it, trust me.

I am currently writing jokes for The Story of Grass. Hughes is en fuego, and I’m struggling to keep up. So far responding to his art has led me into making jokes about Lana Turner, weasels, John F. Kennedy, Twitter, Michael Bay, soup and Graham The Three-Headed God of Accessorising, Thunder and Good Hygiene. And there are still a few pages left to fill. What will tomorrow bring?

Oh, the Peg Powler words exhibition launch went good. There’s some brilliant art on display (and one playfully offensive piece by Stuart Faulkner which isn’t on display but which AJ might show you if you ask him nicely. Faulkner’s other stuff is kitsch and funny – his painting of Noah’s Ark was a highlight for me). Get down to it! Here are the Peg Powlers obscuring the U and W of my meisterwerk, The A-Z of Writing.

Thank you, the Peg Powlers, for framing my stuff!

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Watching The Grass Grow

The Story of Grass #4 will be launched at Peg Powler Gallery on Tuesday 8th February, 6pm as we also launch our new Harris + Hughes exhibition at the same venue. Hughes is busy drawing octopises and volcanoes and I have done some jokes about sharks and Kiera Knightley so now we only have around six pages left to fill. Expect filler!

I put together the prototype cover this afternoon. Gus says: “this is a very realistic depiction indeed. one poor man lacking the strength to even stand up and the other has a sore hand from drawing. just like real life”.

The Story of Grass. Just like real life. Before I go, let’s remind ourselves of what the lovely Bob Mortimer says about it:

‘I liked The Story of Grass. I laughed until I stopped then started up again more firmly.’ – Bob Mortimer

28 pages, with all twenty-six letters of the alphabet, all seven of the colours in the rainbow and three very bad words represented, you’d be very foolish indeed not to buy three or so copies.