Missy & Paul Get Married…an interactive cartoon!

It’s only taken me about 8 months to finish this cartoon diary of our wedding day, but here it finally is, complete with relevant audiovisual links along the way – it’s LIKE YOU WERE THERE!   🙂

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Click here to hear what we tested the jukebox with (see next panel)

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Click here for some TV nostalgia that was the soundtrack to my ironing (see panel below)

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Click here for the trailer of a film I am very fond of, and was watching whilst getting ready!

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Click here for the song I walked down the aisle to! 

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Reading 1: Chosen by Paul, read beautifully by his cousin Amanda

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Reading 1: Chosen by Missy, read beautifully by Best Woman Lizzie Biscuits

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Songs we chose to play whilst we signed the register:

Corn Rigs – Paul Giovanni (from The Wicker Man Soundtrack) 

Heron – Lord and Master

Song we chose to play as we left the room:

Sonny & Cher – The Little Things

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Click here to hear the song for our first dance! (see next panel)

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Click here for the soundtrack to a bunch of small children going crazy on the dancefloor!

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Click here for the trailer of the hilariously dreadful film we watched that evening!

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Writing is the new drawing: my academic life.

Well, my cartooning has become far less frequent lately as I’m trying to focus on lots of academic work what with starting out on a PhD.  Seeing as the world (Michael Gove) doesn’t want experts anymore, I’ve made it my bloody-minded mission to try and become one.  I wanted to post this to prove to myself that I am actually achieving small milestones (such as having my RF1 form ready for submission – sounds boring but is important), even if it feels like I’m not making much progress at times (“thinking time”  is important too, I keep justifying to myself, ha ha).  Therefore, today, despite internet and Trump-esque news related distractions and a burgeoning head cold, I have managed to rough out the beginnings of a conference paper (just confirmed for the go-ahead) – and is another big first for me.  The actual workings-out looks like this so far:   unnamed

Come, Friendly Bombs – a comic full of bile!

I needed a project to express my disgust and dismay with today’s world, but in a creative way.  I recalled Betjeman’s poem ‘Slough’ and, upon re-reading it, felt it perfectly communicates a sense of utter revulsion at the scenes it presents.  It was not difficult at all to relate Betjeman’s words to the modern climate.  This comic has allowed me to channel and purge my anger through illustrating elements of society; fakery, hypocrisy, misogyny and money-worship, which sicken me (and, no doubt, many people I know).  The collages herein are made from images in the past few weeks’ newspapers.

Betjeman’s ‘Slough’ is from 1937, I include his words in their entirety and have changed only one word (“Slough”) throughout the whole text.   Should you wish to own a physical copy of this comic,  I will gladly make and post you one for the measly sum of £1.50, just click here.

Missy, Nov 2016

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