Meetings...

Meetings: the time for a gathering of thought, a diplomatic exchange of ideas, and pragmatic decision-making.

Or, if you're me, a chance to doodle tits and cocks.

Upon discovery of my meeting notebook at work the other day, I found myself examining my own desperately juvenile subconscious, a slightly troubling experience if I’m honest. Peering into the sketches of a wandering mind is like having your most private and baffling dreams projected at a public screening. Sigmund Freud narrates his theories to the audience, outlining exactly why you’re a complete and total dick. In that respect, publishing these pictures may not seem the best course of action.

But hey, since when have I been the one for “the best course of action”? Plus, I’m a complete and total dick, yeah? The following is just a 1/3 sample of what I discovered. Enjoy!

Bat signal, "Hamer" logos, and a fat Chinese man. All pretty standard so far.

Helpfully labelled "tits" and "arse", a cock and a thumbs-up, which appears to be approving this madness.

So - Hitler, an offensively stereotypical "Chinese" peasant, and some tits. Erm, ok...

Freddy Kruger, Batman and Jason Voorhees. I am 33 years old.

Oh fucking hell - a giant guitar, the name of my band, and what I'm going to eat for lunch. Plus more Hamer logos...

I'm fired, aren't I?