Oh dear, what happened this January?
Well, David Bowie died, which I am quite sad about, and still in a little bit of denial over. I’m sure he’ll be back in one form or another at some unknown future. We had a bit of snow, though not as much as New York did, and I also pondered my digger-operating fantasies.
I drew a lot of utter nonsense this month. I like drawing nonsense at the best of times, but I particularly enjoyed this month how you guys who follow me seemed to like it too, even occasionally reading more meanings into these things than I had ever cooked up myself!
Here’s the latest twenty-eight for your fascinations: