The Picture

The Picture has been hanging on my wall for many, many years. I drew it when I was seventeen, egged on by my good friend Andy Wicks. One of these days I’ll prise it out of its frame, slapit on a big flatbed scanner and make myself a decent digital copy. Until then,you’ll have to make do with the hasty snap above, and the gallery of shaky close-ups below.

The Picture grew out of a series of comic strips Andy and I drew instead of studying Chaucer texts for our A-Level English exams.Movie geeks...