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Welcome to the official blog of Joanna Neary, where you can catch up on Jo’s bewildered world past, present and looming. Mainly, this blog consists of scanned pages from her sketchbook with a running commentary, dashed off between duties, work and other hobbies. As well as banging on about art, there’s also past gigs, and music, such as the one about being interviewed for Prog Magazine in 2019, which led to some delightful exchanges with fellow nerds. It was all very civil, even when Jo had to admit she’d got a Frank Zappa fact wrong.
Elegant Outfit For An English Winter, As A Result Of Watching Youtubers Give Style Advice.
Wish I’d thought of being a style youtuber, but I’d just sound sarcastic and I can hardly be arsed to do more than wash my face.
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I Am Trying To Read And Then I Give Up.
I need to knit a hat with ‘I am reading’ written on it, but at the same time, I don’t want to miss out on the whirlwind doings of a Boy Who Smells Of Strawberry Jam and the Robin that seems to have a life of it’s own, apparently.
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How Do I Say Goodbye To You? On The EU and Pitying Boris Johnson.
(I was reading one of her books and now it’s my nickname. What a boring one. Made me laugh for that very reason) And check out his imaginative way of getting away with a rude gesture. Dix pointes.
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No Running, No Heelies, No Gum/Sweets.
SHOCK SURPRISE, PRIMARY SCHOOL ORGANISES ANOTHER FUNDRAISER. A disco with hot dogs and squash at the hatch. It’s a tradition. (Hopefully this post has enough commas for everyone, what with the current Missing Oxford Comma debacle on the Brexit Fifty Pee. If anything, there’s too many commas, it’s like I’m trying to overcompensate due to […]
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All About Celia And Friends. Tune In, Turn Up and Drop Scones.
Attention. The first episode was supposed to include a recipe for sago pudding, but it got mislaid in the library. If found please pop through the letterbox at 169 Acacia Avenue, Lower Upping, Toxborough, CT16 4NL.
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Finding things to draw, December 2019 – January 2020 so far.
Family Call Back on the word ‘Cacophony’. Does it mean ‘The Sound Of Poo’ in French?
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Miserable Aging Faces and Looking On The Bright Side
I am fascinated by faces. I love it when someone looks furious with their face in repose.
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Tea Rain And The Bewilderment – a book review of sorts.
In which I attempt to promote a night coming up, plan to read some more PG Wodehouse in connection with said night, realise I got rid of the Wooster ones in the clear out of 2019, share some thoughts, which might mean very little to anyone but me, display my Christmas gifts like a proud lion at a car boot sale and fail to end with a joke.
Read moreSketches on Housework, Parenthood and Doing Shows In Spite Of Both.
I do like to help spiders usually. The other day I karate chopped a spider web because a butterfly had just flown into it. The spider looked livid. Like the bite on my leg.
Read moreFrom Arthur Machen To William Blake and Asterix
I was going to write down what those things were, but I immediately forgot them and just added the rosy cheeks instead. Maybe my Brighton train had arrived in Victoria, or more likely, been diverted by Satan and his goats on the line at Haywards Heath.
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