The Notebook: page 2.

I is sick and feeling sorry for myself, what better way to get back on track with The Notebook?

So, without further ado, Page 2.

I work in a pub, sometimes it's really busy, sometimes it isn't when it isn't and I've finished/ had enough of the stupid little jobs such as restocking fridges, cleaning shelves, polishing cutlery, folding napkins, dusting I doodle. Despite four years and honours in a design degree I still think I can't draw. But I can sure draw lines. So that's what I do, draw lines. On the back of ripped up old menus. Zig Zags and plain. Lots of lines. 

I'm also working on a collection called 'Badly Drawn Chairs'. 

Co-worker "that sounds like some indie-rock band"

Me "yes, badly drawn boy"