When I was at secondary school, my main claim to fame was drawing POPEYE. My classmates were always pleading with me in earnest tones, "Draw Popeye, Robson, draw Popeye!" They were entranced by the sailor's image coming to life on the page (in the back of a school jotter usually) with only a few deft scribbles. The celebrity status accorded me, the adulation bestowed upon my exalted self, the adoring awe in which I was held - it was almost intoxicating as I strode heroically through the school corridors.
"Look!", cried lesser pupils as I passed, prostrating themselves in obeisance, " 'Tis the Mighty Robson, he who is to be regarded as unto a god by we lowly mortals! All hail the Mighty Robson!" Even teachers aligned themselves with the 'Cult of The Robson' as it was known; I often used to hear them refer to me (in hushed voices and from a respectful distance naturally) as "a bit of a cult!"
"Look!", cried lesser pupils as I passed, prostrating themselves in obeisance, " 'Tis the Mighty Robson, he who is to be regarded as unto a god by we lowly mortals! All hail the Mighty Robson!" Even teachers aligned themselves with the 'Cult of The Robson' as it was known; I often used to hear them refer to me (in hushed voices and from a respectful distance naturally) as "a bit of a cult!"
Well, okay...I might, perhaps, have indulged in the slightest bit of hyberbole halfway through that little reminiscence, but only a tad. The reality was pretty close to how I remember it. (Harruummmph.)
Anyway, I've continued to draw Popeye from time to time over the years, and above is a picture I whipped up for someone-or-other back in the '90s. DUNN KWIK is one of the many pseudonyms I use on occasion, the afore-mentioned being reserved for stuff produced in a bit of a hurry. Still - not too shabby, is it?
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