Eddie Farrell spent the day at the workshop attempting to reduce his to-do list. We had a fun time of it printing and talking through our hats.
It’s a good thing to take new people down to the workshop; they often avail themselves of opportunites that have been staring me in the face. Today we bought coffee in a stratford kiosk I’d never have expected to serve espresso, the kind that’s a tiny window framing a man’s face surrounded by snickers and a couple of dirty mags for earrings. Later we went to the new cafe I’d not thought of popping into. Here’s a print we knocked up on a flattened cornflakes box:
