I taught myself how to draw, and I soon found out it was what I really wanted to do. I didn’t think I was going to create any great masterpieces like Rembrandt or Gauguin. I thought comics was a common form of art, and strictly American in my estimation, because America was the home of the common man — and show me the common man that can’t do a comic. So comics is an American form of art that anyone can do with a pencil and paper.
King of comics and my heart.
In the nineties, the comedian Simon Munnery, who once drove a pimped Robin Reliant all the way to Edinburgh to use in a show in a room the car was too big to drive into, used to sell women’s knickers with a photo of his own face, making an expression of bold, angry defiance, printed on the crotch. As I say, you have to know your market. Before she became one of the famous TV stars of the twenty-first century, the comedienne Catherine Tate once fled her Camden flat during a fire in the small hours and ran into the arms of a waiting and delighted fireman, whilst wearing only a pair of these Simon Munnery souvenir knickers. This moment remains the closest Simon has come to mainstream acceptance. Stewart Lee - How I Escaped My Certain Fate (via funpowderplot)
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