This is my original DC logo, dating from 1978 and my first art lesson at secondary school – we had to design a logo for our folders, and as I was only 8 and had no idea about anything, my art teacher (Mr Robinson) had to design it for me. In those days, of course, it was records. Then much later in life when I got into music & computers, it became CDs. Fascinating(!)
The heiroglyph logo is (I hope) a representation of my name. If you're a proper Egyptologist, please feel free to correct me... Years ago I got bought a copy of a book of heiroglyphs, complete with rubber stamps to make your own cartouche. Anyway according to the book the heiroglyphs are phonetic, the hand represents 'D', the vulture a long vowel sound, wavy water line thing 'N', reed leaf is a short vowel or 'Y' sound, and apparently the open mouth is kind of like an 'R', as there's no 'L' sound. God this is dull. Like I said if you really do know about this stuff, let me know. I hope it's right, cos I have it tattooed on my arm...!
My fascination with Ancient Egyptian stuff came about when I found an almost-mint copy of E.A. Wallis Budge's Book of the Dead, left lying in a puddle near the post box on my way to school. I don't begin to understand most of it, but I love the pictures!
Samson is mentioned (ok, not directly, but it is him – paragraph 7) here:
Tom Jones is a bit odd. Here is a list of 7 words which could also be names of dwarves. That is all.
Key: (1) Daisy. (2) Ellie. (3) Rosie. (4) Samson. (5) Mum. (6) Dad.
Considering that 6 days ago he hated everyone and attacked the dog it's pretty good progress. Mind you, as I write this Daisy has frightened herself and r‑u‑n‑n‑o‑f‑t. My legs ache.Here's another one, courtesy of a cameraphone and a bit of panorama stitching
We have adopted Samson the cat - for his background read The Little Cat Diaries. Here are some pictures of him, having quickly settled into his new home...
Thoughtful pose. The author apologises for hasty red-eye removal.
Bed and brush. I don't need one other thing. Except maybe some chicken.
It would help to imagine a Harry Hill voice at this point: "Brushy. Brushy brush. Brush brushy brush-brush."