George Docherty

Even I watched that. Even shouted “ seconds left just fucking shoot”

A cat poster in the style of a mid-century soviet propaganda poster. A grey and white cat in work overalls has his arms outstretched kneading a large pillow shaped clump of dough. Behind him is another cat that holds a bowl of baked biscuits. They stand in front of a huge red flag behind which is a graphic of rows of conveyor belts of biscuits in a biscuit factory. There is a logo for the "International Union of Biscuit Makers" and bold text at the bottom which reads "The Kneads of the People Come First - Full Bellies! - Food For All!" In smaller type various credits.

A cat poster in the style of a old-timey propaganda poster. The poster is divided into four vertical segments: 4 hours of work, 4 hours napping, 8 hours sleeping, and 8 hours "whatevs". The segments have illustrations of cats working, sleeping, etc. At bottom is the slogan "Control Productive Time and Reclaim the Day!"

A cat poster in the style of a propaganda poster. A cat stands in the foreground in fishing garb holding a metal dish filled with freshly caught fish and other seafood. In the background are socks and fishing boats. Cats work on the docks, boats, and in the radio tower. The poster is mostly blue but a bright yellow sunrise colour forms a halo around the head of the foreground cat. Text at top reads "Sustainable - Healthy - Delicious, Fish In Your Dish" and at bottom reads "Caught by the brave workers of the fishercat union." An international Fishercat Union logo is in the bottom left.

A cat poster in the style of a late 20th century, soviet propaganda poster. It is colourful and illustrated in a kind of abstract cartoon tyle. A large, black beast dog with eight legs, an industrial city for a body, a face spewing pollution, and maw full of jagged teeth is prevented from moving forward by a large, red cat. The cat stands firm with its arm out putting it weight against the dogs nose preventing it from moving forward. Behind the cat is a forest and green tech infrastructure. Text at top reads "Comrades! Let's urgently transform the old economic ways to preserve and nurture the planet we live and breathe by." Signed "N.NUN24".

I do a whole cat world of posters, paintings, and drawings. If you like what you see please follow and visit my print shop at nathannunart.etsy.com - Thank you for taking a look and many thanks to Cats of Yore for hosting this art show.

I also posted this on Threads. Plenty of people in the replies who think I’m a bit thick and explaining why.

I was a darkroom assistant in a commercial art Co. 1984. We got the first typesetting computers in Glasgow. Terrible, but everyone saw the future. A depressing day. 8 on the boards doing layout, 2 illustrators, 2 in print room. I can pretty much do all of their the jobs on my phone with my thumb.

Sometimes I’m about to post something on here or even speak in real life and I remember that not everything requires a speech fuelled by insecurity or narcissism - Welcome to my TED talk.

Carry me like a man baby Mr Sasquatch.

I can’t even keep up with you trying to keep up with the kids.

Rules for wearing a remembrance poppy:
1. If you don’t want to wear a poppy, you don’t need to say anything about it.
2. If you do want to wear a poppy, you also don’t need to say anything about it, because that’s what the poppy is doing.

Makes a great wallpaper

“They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more."… here’s some pamphlets.

Not to go to bat for the guy, but I do think the line "you're not fooling me/'cause I can see/the way you shake and shiver" does Scooby Doo a disservice. First you introduce a sapient dog to the idea of mortality, then you suggest life can persist after death, AND harbour ill will? That is a LOT.

The year is 3025. Archeologists excavating the ruins of Washington, D.C., uncover what appears to be an ancient ballroom. After a series of horrifying fatal accidents, they discover it's built on a haunted burial ground, directly over the corpse of democracy.

I mean, posting cat photos a that… but look at her.

New @swansonian.bsky.social print. “I’ve nae mair room… maebe jist wan mair”
Seriously. Check out the work.
www.marswasrubbish.com

When it was first shown on tv, it was event telly for my school. Anticipated for weeks. Like don’t even bother turning up if you haven’t seen. I didn’t see it as my sister insisted on watching the football. I listened to the entire thing, in another room, on a police scanner. Utterly terrifying.

"My wife's got a part in that J B Priestly play"
"Inspector Calls?"
"No, contact lenses"

34 when he wrote that. Sounds like his lived as long as me. Amazing.

Haha. I thought it might kill you.

Apologies for no Alt text but gods knows where to start.

Original Art and prints by Graeme Swanson. Marswasrubbish Marswasrubbish.com Original, surreal and darkly funny art and photography by Graeme Swanson. Prints and commissions available.

Rearranging my www.marswasrubbish.com
Turns out be got 16. You should get some. ( although the shear squint-ness of my hanging will drive @swansonian.bsky.social crazy) thread of photos incoming

Michael Caine working with Celia Imrie during his BBC Masterclass on Film Acting in 1987

“When you fart, always own up to it. Do that, even if it’s 40 years from now, and it will always help you.”
#traitors #celebritytraitors

I have 14 of Graeme’s prints. Everyday at least one of them makes me smile. I’d have more but I simply don’t have room. You do.

@swansonian.bsky.social rearranging all the pictures on my walls, bloody hell I’ve got 13 of your prints. Never noticed I’ve got that many. I’ll post a photos of them all in situ with a link to you, once they’re up.

Two bears on hind legs chatting behind a shed.

You got the salmon?
Yeah man. You got the honey?
Yeah man.

A little from column A, a fuck tonne from column B.

It’s entirely possible to be against the actions of the Israeli state and not justify an attack on people simply practicing their religion.

The trouble with a lot of these young modern actors is they're bloody useless on stage.