Don’t Dicky me, ducky.

Yes, another King and Dinosaur. This one i really enjoyed painting.  I always felt a bit sorry for Richard III. What with all that being killed in battle to a Welsh upstart, and that Tudor propaganda and being buried in a car park, and all that.

Richard III

Richard III

I had a cat called Richard the Third. Because he had a horrible limp when he came to us – he was a big, solid, stray tabby cat who knew he had it good with me as there was food and beds and pats and hugs and he was so pleased with it all. One day we were having a dinner party and he chose to use his litter box and this utterly astoundingly shocking smell suddenly wafted over from it. From that day hence, he was known as Richard the Turd.