It's strange how something as nebulous and abstract as an accent can be so easily corralled. It was late-twentieth century British Foreign Policy and tightly enforced border checkpoints that meant ,had I been born a mere 15km further north, I could have had an accent that would make me pronounce the word bear like "burrr" .....which I lament.
It's not all bad, though. I do at least know how to say book and scone properly.
So, here's some wee burrrs I drew over the past days and weeks, and a couple of quick sketches of tigers coloured in Photoshop. Tigers are freakin' hard.