5 March 2014

Faceless

"Faceless" was the brain child of a South African IT professional called Bruce Sutherland. Gradually his irreverent cartooning has replaced IT development as his main source of income. If you'd like to see more, please explore his Faceless website.
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6 comments:

  1. Molly Printemps11:04 am

    I hope your wife has a very large rolling pin or a cast iron frying pan, and someone to help her lift the patio slabs - hee hee!

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    1. Yorkshire Pudding1:04 pm

      Madam - Your implication that I was in any way thinking about my own wife is most hurtful. Incidentally, I am convinced that your husband will laugh uproariously if he sees this cartoon. YP

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  2. Anonymous11:53 am

    Thank you, Yorkshire Pudding: For the first time I find comfort in the fact that I have no brain for the rules of card games. Oh to be a Poker player. Behind a smoke screen.

    Ace of Spade greetings,
    U

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    1. Yorkshire Pudding1:06 pm

      Madam - You are surely the Queen of Hearts while I am an an unworthy knave. YP

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  3. Lee9:40 pm

    Sounds like it's all in the game...all you have to do is have a gin; keep a poker face; keep an ace up your sleeve; have some patience and cross that bridge when you come to it; but perhaps learn how to play solitaire...just in case!

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