Day 30 My personal record

 I hate hate those punny magazine headlines, but I couldn't resist this corny one. Yes, I have made it: 30 days of drawing. A record for me. I'm not in the mood to reflect on lessons learnt blah-blah. So instead I'll talk about other records.

Something else I like looking for at markets and second hand shops are records - but I have to be in the right mood. My record buying tends to be along the lines of what I would have bought if I'd had more pocket money when I was 15.  As a result, I don't often listen to them, but I do like the way they look on the shelf in the lounge. Every now and then I declare it a vinyl Sunday and subject the family to the likes of  U2, Pink Floyd and Alphaville. This last Sunday was one of those, kicked off by Dirty Dancing (my original copy that I did manage to buy when I was 15) in memory of dearly departed Patrick Swayze.

After all this hectic sketching and posting, I think I will take a break for a few days - that's if I manage to, it's all become rather addictive.