A story by my daughter Molly, aged 8

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Marigold who always spread happiness in the land.  One day she saw a little girl weeping on the side of the pavement. 

Marigold went over to the little girl and said "What's the matter little girl?  Can I help with anything?"

"No" said the little girl, "my parents are just being annoying."

I wonder if this is her way of telling us we're being a little to pushy in trying to help her improve her handwriting.
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Frank Frazetta is dead.  Possibly the greatest fantasy artist of all time and certainly one of the most influential, Frazetta's been spared the sight of his family squabbling over his artwork and gone to paint in a better place.

My first encounter with Frazetta was when I was eleven, the Conan covers.  This was swiftly followed by volumes 1, 2 and 3 of The Art of Frank Frazetta and the realization that none of his contemporaries came close in terms of ability.  I know less than nothing about F...
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It's been a hectic couple of months.  I've just about got through the first anniversary of my dad's passing, two very busy months at work looking after old folks, a three day First Aid at Work course, a two day instructors course for teaching emergency first aid, trying to start up a business with my wife to support us both, supporting Karen through finishing her latest ergonomics module and a bundle of stuff around the house mean that continued semi regular sketching, writing and drawing, ha...
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