Apr. 23rd, 2009 12:40 am
mad_andy: (Headdesk animated)
- Bull snake appears to be on the mend. We're not out of the woods, but so far so good.

- I've probably lost my place at the studio. I walked out. Long story.

- I have dreadlocks. Pictures will follow!

- I am utterly broke.

- Completely knackered, hence only getting on the 'net every 3-4 days.

- Long put up the edited video I shot of us going to Rosrock last year, which can be found here. Made me smile!

- Bricking myself about this big Masonic 'do' coming up.

- I have a stinking cold.

Hopefully I'll be able to make the time to do a proper update and catch up with commenting and fic reading and stuff that I've fallen so horribly behind on. Love and hugs to the whole bally lot of you!
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Hi guys!

Long time no post. All well, just working my nads off - the main reason I haven't been around is that every evening I've been slaving over a red hot sketch pad. Got a couple of commissions that have been eating my brain!

Biffno has fallen by the wayside a bit, but I'm hoping to salvage something before the end of march.

Off to see the boys friday night (they're playing Rooz studios), then back here to tattoo the brother-in-law's father, then a choice of two parties, then back off to see the guys sunday - they're playing Chatham, so if you can get down there I reckon it should be a good night!

Hope you are all well - I'm posting this from the studio, so I gots to keep it brief!

Love and snogs!


Dec. 5th, 2008 11:43 pm
mad_andy: (Tuff Dirk with gun)
Chris on the BBC news - and the rhea he is shown with is the lone female, and she had apparently just bitten him when that picture was taken!

Someone saw the news item on the TV, and called the shop on wednesday; she has a male rhea that hangs out in her paddock with her alpacas, would Chris like him...?

He collects him on tuesday.

No news from the police, bastards.


Nov. 28th, 2008 10:05 pm
mad_andy: (Tuff Dirk with gun)
I am angry.

My boss has a smallholding where some of the larger animals in his collection live, along with geese and ducks and chickens and rabbits and -- you get the picture. He had a trio of Mara (also known as Patagonian Cavies, looking something like a giant guinea pig on stilts), and back in June somebody shot one of them. In the hind leg.

It had to be put to sleep because the bone was shattered when a bullet went straight through it. It suffered enormously.

Now, I could understand how it could have been shot by mistake; somebody out poaching for muntjac (small deer) could have seen the Mara's ears when it was lying in the grass and taken a pop... only to discover a completely harmless south american rodent in agony from a smashed hind leg.

That was bad enough. Two weeks ago Chris bought a pair of Rhea (like emus but from south america), which he was chuffed to bits with, for several reasons. One, they were white, which is very unusual. Two, they were adults, ready to breed in the spring. Three, they were dog tame, would come and feed from the hand.

So you have two birds five feet high with fuzzy feathers, white, stand out like belisha beacons. That will, if you go stand at the fence or in their paddock, come across looking for a treat.

(You know what's coming, don't you?)

Chris rang me from the field this morning - he'd popped down there to let the poultry out and check the animals. Only to find that the male rhea was down with his leg smashed. The female was next to him, grooming him and trying to encourage him to rise.

Rheas have strong legs, kind of like horses. Thick, strong leg bones.

Someone had called the bird over to the fence (from tracks left and other evidence), and then shot him. Through the leg. An injury that is untreatable when you use a fucking bullet from a powerful rifle that blows a hole clean through three inches of solid bone.

And then they left.

God alone knows how long he'd been lying there; there was a hell of a lot of blood in the field, and we assume that the only thing that brought the bird down was shock and blood loss. This was a tame bird, in a paddock with eight foot high deer fencing. Rhea are not noisy, not aggressive, not smelly. They are as inoffensive as its possible for such a large animal to be.

And someone shot him through the leg and left him bleeding and screaming.

He was put to sleep in the field. The female never left his side. Chris says she became very distressed when his body was removed. They were a bonded pair, and she's going to fret until company is found for her.

Chris showed me the body; he'd taken it to the vet in Abingdon to see what they said about the nature of the wound. I had a good look, and to be honest it's hard to see what else could cause such a wound. A dirty great hole straight through the bone, big enough to break it into two pieces; no inflammation or bruising of the joint, so he hadn't caught his foot in the fence or anything like that.

I'm sorry, I know I'm going on. But the thought that someone, some human being, some individual, thought that it was OK to inflict such appalling damage and agony on a living creature and then walk away is just... just....

Even I'm speechless.

Chris has spoken to the police (it's a fucking offence to fire a rifle that powerful either at random, or on land where you don't have the landowners express permission), and I have got on to the local press. We will kick up a stink and we will not stop until we find the unbelievable bastard who has done this. Let's see how they feel lying in a field bleeding to death.

I am angry.

Bad juju

Nov. 5th, 2008 09:53 pm
mad_andy: (Tuff Dirk with gun)
OK, so, before I start with the unexpected horrors and near-death experience of my life...

...I'd just like to say well done America! I honestly never thought that I would ever see a non-white president, and I'm pleased as punch to be wrong. And for my friends that are hurt and saddened by the various bans on gay marriage? Well, look at it this way; the lady who refused to give up her bus seat to a white oik is still alive (or was very recently, IIRC) - and from there to here in living memory?

That's impressive.

So hang in there, my friends. Keep fighting, but do it with grace, do it with manners, do it by being there and showing people that there's nothing to be afraid of, because fear of the other is where they're coming from. Live, love, and refuse to be bowed down. And one day they will realise that there is nothing to be afraid of, and we will win.

All done! Now, what's been happening here in Slaymaker Towers...? )

And with that, I'm off to bed. Love you all!


Sep. 2nd, 2008 08:03 am
mad_andy: (Bruce Animated)
*Yawn* Mornin' all.

I did my first ink in the studio yesterday and lo, it did not suck!

I did quite a complex piece on Lee and yes, two lines were a tad wonky... but even I was surprised at how well it went. A bit of a trembly hand, but that passed. I used one of Lee's machines, and lo - they didn't have disposable grips for the size needle I wanted to use. That meant I had to use his stainless steel ones, which I haven't used since I worked at Atomic and it went like a dream! No wonder I've been having so much trouble with my machines, they weigh absolutely nothing compared to what I used yesterday - so you're spending as much energy just stopping them twitching all over the place as you are actually inking!

Today I'm going to shade Lee's thigh, possibly add some freehand wings in there, and I get to do walk ins. I do have one booked, which is a lettering piece on a guy's neck at 5pm.

And next tuesday I have a freehand tribal piece to do. o.O See, yesterday Lee was doing a big bit of freehand tribal over a chap's shoulder and asked me to come have a look, as he wasn't happy with a bit of the line where it curved from arm to shoulder. I went and we had a conflab, then he passed me a skin pen and I sketched my idea out on the guy.

Lee was happy, inked it in, and the client was happy.


Jesus I'm having such a lot of fun.

How lucky am I to have two jobs I absolutely adore?

Two bosses who are supportive and positive and energetic?

And we're seeing Zico in Southend on Thursday night. I love my life right now!

OH and a big huge thank you to everyone who's left comments to the last two posts - I am a totally lazy old bag when it comes to replying, but every comment made me grin. I luffs you guys!
mad_andy: (Bruce Animated)
None of you will be surprised to hear that I delayed leaving the house today - anxiety FTW, not - until I really really had to leave - or bottle going to the studio. I went, you will be glad to hear, and I had the most awesome fucking day.

Read more... )


Aug. 22nd, 2008 09:22 pm
mad_andy: (Bruce Animated)
Just a quickie, because I'm utterly shattered, but...


New studio in Abingdon, owner has been in the shop a couple of times, friendly outgoing sort called Sam, daft keen on having a Burm. So yesterday when she put down a deposit on viv and snake I asked her if any of her artists could do with a gofer, and explained the whole sorry story of woe regarding my last apprenticeship.

She asked if I had any artwork handy and lo, I did cos I keep a few old sketchbooks at work to show people. She acted impressed, asked to borrow one and said she would get back to me in a week when she came in to drop off the next payment.

TODAY she came in - her backer/partner (an accountant and a very charming chap) and she were so excited by my work that they wanted to offer me an apprenticeship.

On the spot.


I repeated (rather cautiously) that there was no way I was going to leave Chris, so that meant I would only guarantee Tuesday and every other monday - and she flapped her hand and said yep, fine, no issues with that. And she's so keen on my artwork that she's determined to get it out in a form to sell to other studios - she said she 'wasn't going to LET me waste my talent'.

Hoshit, you guys!

I'm in again!

And thinking about it, that's two studio owners that have effectively taken one look at my stuff and offered me a gig - so perhaps I really don't suck, hey?

Scusie, I'm off to bounce around the house and squee some more!
mad_andy: (Blue Dirk and Kai)
Been a strange couple of days. Read more... )


Mar. 12th, 2008 01:16 am
mad_andy: (Blue Dirk and Kai)
I has a head cold. Feel like death warmed up.

Managing to write a little, although not much. Managing to tidy up the house a bit, too - chucking stuff out, clearing old paperwork, that sort of thing. It's a very...liberating process.

Back to work tomorrow. It's a good thing I love my job!


Mar. 4th, 2008 07:00 pm
mad_andy: (Dirk LOL)
Wull hullo flist, long time no chat.

Spike is back! He's currently helping himself to the food in the cat's hopper. I've been worried about him, haven't seen him for months. I was kind of hoping he'd gone home and got neutered, buuut...*glances under his tail*... nuh-uh.

*Chuckle* He's no longer the pretty, slender kitty he was last autumn - he's filling out into a right bruiser! Got tomcat cheeks and a bull neck. If he's going to start lurking around again I'm very tempted to stuff him in a cat basket and get him neutered myself.

Anyway, what was I going to say before grubby white cat distracted me?

Oh yeah.

Ramble ramble rhubarb... )
mad_andy: (Bassist animated)


So. Working one job is very odd, but working out well. I'm having a blast at the shop, for all that some customers are a bit...well...yeah.

Why ask advice when you have every intention of doing whatever you damn well please anyway?

*Shakes self*

Well, that one still haunts me from veterinary work, so let's not go there.

Musings and mental meanderings.... )

OK, random animal pictures time! )

In other news, I have tried drawing from a photograph and currently of the opinion that I am a shitty artist with all the talent and inspiration of a Snot Frog with cerebral palsy. *Sigh* I'll get over it. I just need to practice more, I guess...!
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Final night.

Thank fuck for that.

I shall miss the stories this place generates, and I shall miss the technical aspects of it... but there's a lot of crap I won't miss. Eight week old puppies dying at four in the morning is definitely one of them.

When I arrived this evening I saw written on the board that we had a St Bernard in. OMG, I thought. Knowing my bloody luck it'll be collapsed and I'll have to turn it every couple of hours.

Goodbye spine, I thought.

"We have a St Bernard in...?" I said to the day nurse. She grinned at me.

"Guess how big it is," she said.

Oh God.

"Seventy kilos...?"

If it's any more than that I'm going to be dead by morning, I thought.

"Go and look."

I went into the kennels, looked in - and then down.

He's eleven weeks old, and had managed to inhale a bit of bramble bush when galumphing through it this morning with his friend (who is a cross between a Bernese mountain dog and a Newfoundland. Man, that owner must be REALLY into drool). Stupid dog, but it does mean I've had a tremendously cute pup to cuddle this evening!

So, end of yet another era. *Sigh*

I can really do without all this reorganisation of life... stability, please?


Dec. 20th, 2007 10:43 pm
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So I handed in my notice. Last night.

Well, I left it pinned to the practice manager's door.

No phone call today. I thought there might have been.

I get here tonight. The reaction?

Well, the boss said:

"You can't have another leaving do!"

Annnnd... that's it. No 'thanks for giving it a go', no 'you're a bastard for dumping us in the lurch', nothing. Not 'be sorry to see you go' or 'we knew you couldn't hack it'.

Not a damn thing.

Well, pardon me if that hurts. I've broken my bloody heart over this place time and time again, and this... just about sums it up. And now I have floors to do - but if they think I'm doing the insurance forms they can go whistle.

After all, what are they gonna do - fire me?
mad_andy: (Blue Dirk and Kai)
As I was driving home - or rather, balancing my car on the clutch in the stop-start that is friday night traffic on the A34 - listening to Chris Zico yowling away over the stereo, I realised that I had three dilemmas.

One: Do I risk quitting a job that, if nothing else, pays a half decent wage, and that I know I can do well, and where I can do a great deal of good... for one that pays less, and is more risky? Do I chance everything on the impression I have of a young man?

Do I, in short, trust him enough to take an enormous risk?

After all, if it all goes tits up this time I won't be able to go back to that practice... but then, would I want to?

Taking a risk on the job front hardly did me any good last time. But this is a different person, different situation... have I learned from the past, or has it just made me afraid?

Two: Due to bloody awful traffic, would the pair of royal pythons in a box on the back seat be OK for the journey home? Cold night. And the heater in my car is good, but they need to be kept warm.

And... *cough*... yeah, they're my snakes. Suffice it to say that if I go missing after Slay finds out, I'll probably be in bits under the patio.

Three: I needed a pee.

Funny old thing, life. )

ETA: Just been called by Slay, and 'fessed up to the royals. Slay has forgiven me.


Probably because royals don't get too big - I suspect he thinks himself lucky I haven't come home with an alligator yet!

Hmmm... crocodilians... now there's an idea....


Nov. 14th, 2007 02:30 pm
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
You know you're overdoing it when:

The boss says "come here and have a hug. By God you look like you need it."

You slam a steel filing cabinet drawer on your fingers, and watch it happen.

You realise you're having mild hallucinations (things moving in the corner of your vision, smoke that isn't there when you look at it) while you're driving.

You think your husband will approve of a six grand pay drop.


I have gotta sort this two job crap out. In the meantime, I think some sleep might not be a bad idea.
mad_andy: (Dirk squee)
A funny thing happened earlier this evening.

See, Slay has been on tour this weekend with the Zico lads. Cue much liver-gnawing, yes, very jealous. Anyway. Turns out that Saturday night Oli managed to break both skins on his snare; Slay offered to lend him his until he can get his own fixed.

Now, the boys are playing Oxford tonight. So I kind of assumed that he would drop the lads off to load in, then drive the van over. Something like that.

But there was always the possibility that--

Nah. The Zicos in my house?

I'm not that lucky.

So when Slay crashed through the front door and I yelled at him from the bathroom, I could hear at least one other person so called hi.

"Hello!" called three very familiar voices....

o.O )And now I'm at work, and so far tonight a hamster and a small ratlike dog have both tried to bite me. And both failed. Ha!


Oct. 31st, 2007 07:52 am
mad_andy: (Default)
So anyway.

This was going to be a post about how even in the short time I've been back nursing I'm pissed off with it again. Not the nursing, per se, but that's exactly the point. If I wanted to be an administrator and cleaner, I'd do it during the day.

I got a 40 minute break last night. I leave for job #2 in a little over an hour. Hope I don't fall asleep at the wheel...

Oh, and Slay popped in to work last night on the way back from the Zico gig to tell me how it all went. (While I did insurance forms. I'm so diligent.) He not only got to roadie for them (with Chris' girlfriend's brother) both at load in and out, but also got to have a ride in the blue van. He's got three day's driving/roadie work for them next weekend... and I could go too, if I wasn't. Fucking. Working.

Oh yeah. I'm so chuffed.

And they (Zico, that is) might be supporting Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (waits for [ profile] rockfic to squee) at Oxford - on a wednesday night, which means I can go... I'll just have worked a night followed by a day before I go to the gig. Hmm.

But instead of having a long-ass whine about how badly my working life sucks and how revoltingly jealous of my husband I am, I'm going to show y'all some pictures that cheered me right the fuck up when [ profile] rdyfrde posted them on the RF boards late last night. Two this morning, hackshully. Good job I work alone, because when I saw them I screamed - and I mean hollered, top of the lungs stuff.

Here be new Gamma Ray publicity shots - and damn, but don't the boys look GOOD? )

Sooo. I'm going to poke around the 'net for a bit, then go to work. *Sigh* And hope that Zico, when played loud enough, will keep me sufficiently awake not to die in the screaming battlezone that is the A34 at rush hour!

Oh! And before I forget. I downloaded an Ayreon album last night - The Human Equation - and fuck me, it's awesome. :D I think [ profile] rdyfrde has managed to convert me... ;)


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