The Tintin Shop

So Federer is out of Wimbledon, I so much wanted him to get his seventh title. And Murray is still in. Oh Day 9, you mean, mean day.

To cheer me up I popped into The Tintin Shop in Covent Garden on my way home from work. I really had no intention of buying anything because I'm on a huge Scrooge drive this month but I've always sort of liked Tintin. I used to watch it on Sunday mornings with my dad and while I could say I admire Hergé's ligne claire style or the unflappable Tintin's ability to get to the bottom of just about everything, it would be a bit of a lie. Actually I just really liked Snowy, Tintin's little fox terrier friend and now I will forever have him on a pencil and a notebook. Big grin.

Heatwave

All this sunny weather makes me want to go to the beach.

Wimbledon Washout

But even when it rains Wimbledon is fun.

That's A Bingo

Masquerading as a Gala Bingo hall in Tooting is Britain's only Grade 1 listed cinema, The Granada. I've walked past this place hundreds of time, little knowing that behind the grand old Art Deco exterior lay a mock ornamental cathedral, hall of mirrors and enough seats for 3000 people. I wish I'd brought a proper camera now.



While there we signed up for a game of bingo. You'd think it would be easy but they just go straight into the game without any warning so we missed out a ton of numbers and our laughing was met with a stern telling off from the caller! We soon shut up and paid attention when we realised the next game was for £10,000. Neither of us won anything but at one point I was one little 18 away from a full house.

18, you failed me.

Sketching to delay other more important things I should be doing.

New notebook, illustration by Brian Cook.

MAY

It's the most terrible film ever but I simply can't resist Heartbreakers.

Sunday Shapes

A Sunday spent exploring a very closed Tooting Market and doodling while catching up with lots shows on iPlayer.