Summer caused me to develop a mild case of split personality disorder. I was a tabard-wearing, meat ninja during the day; weighing single slices of boiled ham for old ladies who, everyday, complained about the rising price of meat (which, actually, remained constant), whilst at night, I became an illustrator.. Somewhat like a seemingly unsuspecting business man’s transformation into a night-time vigilante (minus the bravery and latex costume).
This double life required extensive time planning, and with only a week left before returning to college, a ‘Ball’ project to complete and a holiday to America awaiting me, I boarded my flight tactically in possession of a Khadi sketchbook and a BALL-point pen ( see what I did there?). The next week was spent using my sketchbook as a depository for my personal musings regarding my surroundings (as well as over-ambitiously heaping my plate at buffets and eating my body’s weight in Cheetos).
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