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Examining my files, I see that it's almost exactly a decade since I drew this. Blimey, that makes me feel old.

Like this piccy , the above cartoon was drawn for the student newspaper at Bournemouth University. In this instance, I was asked to illustrate a story about a new nightclub in the town that was keeping students awake – not, surprisingly, because they were inside the place leaping up and down to horrible dance music being played at ear-splitting volume until 3am, but because they lived quite near the place and couldn't get to sleep on account of horrible dance music being played at ear-splitting volume until 3am. Zounds, the irony.

(As a not-particularly-brief aside, it may disinterest you to learn that during my 30-something years on this planet, I have set foot inside a nightclub precisely once – and this, as it happens, was during my time as a Bournemouth University student. I was persuaded to attend a venue named The Old Fire Station because there was live comedy in the basement one evening; among the acts was Junior Simpson, who was excellent, and a man who hammered nails through parts of his anatomy, who emphatically wasn't. The rest of the club beyond the basement was exactly as I'd expected, which is to say revoltingly hot, appallingly overcrowded and pounding with relentless, tuneless, brain-shattering noise, so that you could only communicate with other people by standing right next to them and screaming directly into their faces. I yelled my excuses and left, and I've not "clubbed" since. ANECDOTE ENDS.)

I'm really fond of this one – I had longer than usual to work on it, so I was able to spend more time on the inking and lettering and come up with a proper background and everything, and I even managed to work in a Monty Python reference just because I could. I apologise for nothing.

Also, it was gratifying to be paid money for having a go at nightclubs in a student newspaper. Remember, kids – pay no attention to what rappers tell you. Nightclubs are rubbish.

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Examining my files, I see that it's almost exactly a decade since I drew this. Blimey, that makes me feel old.

Like this piccy , the above cartoon was drawn for the student newspaper at Bournemouth University. In this instance, I was asked to illustrate a story about a new nightclub in the town that was keeping students awake – not, surprisingly, because they were inside the place leaping up and down to horrible dance music being played at ear-splitting volume until 3am, but because they lived quite near the place and couldn't get to sleep on account of horrible dance music being played at ear-splitting volume until 3am. Zounds, the irony.

(As a not-particularly-brief aside, it may disinterest you to learn that during my 30-something years on this planet, I have set foot inside a nightclub precisely once – and this, as it happens, was during my time as a Bournemouth University student. I was persuaded to attend a venue named The Old Fire Station because there was live comedy in the basement one evening; among the acts was Junior Simpson, who was excellent, and a man who hammered nails through parts of his anatomy, who emphatically wasn't. The rest of the club beyond the basement was exactly as I'd expected, which is to say revoltingly hot, appallingly overcrowded and pounding with relentless, tuneless, brain-shattering noise, so that you could only communicate with other people by standing right next to them and screaming directly into their faces. I yelled my excuses and left, and I've not "clubbed" since. ANECDOTE ENDS.)

I'm really fond of this one – I had longer than usual to work on it, so I was able to spend more time on the inking and lettering and come up with a proper background and everything, and I even managed to work in a Monty Python reference just because I could. I apologise for nothing.

Also, it was gratifying to be paid money for having a go at nightclubs in a student newspaper. Remember, kids – pay no attention to what rappers tell you. Nightclubs are rubbish.