Day 230

A little sketch for some personal (not that any work I do is professional...) work.



I overheard some posh, jumped-up little cretin of a kid today talking to his Mother about how he wanted dauphinoise potatoes with his dinner. 8 year-olds should not know what dauphinoise potatoes are. You like mash - tool.

Reminds me of 'The Brie Incident'.

"Mummy, can we have some brie?"