News and Views from Oliver Preston
I was talking to a good friend from Switzerland the other day and we got talking about giving things up. Drinking, smoking, rich food, you know the form. He is super fit, ski tours most days, but really enjoys the finer things in life – those little shouldn’t haves that niggle away at our consciences. He shrugged his shoulders at me, and said, “I’ve tried on so many occasions, but have finally decided that the only course of action is to actually GIVE UP giving things up.” He smiled a self satisfied smile. He is content in himself and a happier man for it.
I wrote down his comment in my sketch book which I revisit when sitting at my drawing desk, later to discover wonderful seedlings of inspiration for cartoons. All too often other people’s throw away lines are my bread and butter (see above). The downside is that I keep the sketchbook by my bedside, and often in the middle of the night I get hit by a sudden inspiration. There follows a mad scramble in the dark for a pencil and sketchbook, which has to be executed with aplomb without turning on the light, or waking up my wife (most unpopular). I usually spend most of the next morning trying to decipher the incomprehensible scribble, trying to make some sort of sense of what had seemed a brilliant joke only hours before.