… because I don’t know how to get pictures onto a blog except pictures of lovely Ian Somerhalder (see A Bit Of Totty For Dotty). And if I did know I still wouldn’t put them on because what pictures would I show you? Photos of me? As if. Photos of horses in tutus or pigs in bikinis? Why do people like that sort of thing? Sketching, drawing, painting – nope, the best I can do is Beryl the Peril and nobody knows who she is nowadays. Oh, and I once painted a sailor’s chest with a Rosie and Jim scene that turned out quite good actually, but somebody spilled nail varnish remover on it so I painted it white.
So if you’re expecting pictures and photos and shit, you’ll have to look somewhere else.
EDIT EDIT EDIT – A few weeks later and I can do SOME THINGS WITH PICTURES. I’ve learned how to put them on a page on the left and in the middle. And I can put WORDS INSIDE PICTURES. So there WILL be pictures after all, and GOOD ONES too.