It’s been over a year since I last drew a Richard White. It’s been over a year since I last did anything on this site. Life kinda got busy; all good busy, but the kind of busy where other stuff that used to keep you busy just didn’t seem important enough to be busy busy. Or something.

Anyway, I’m here now, back with another Richard White. This one is a prison mugshot.

Richard White #17 is no longer with us. The below obituary was published back in 2009.

WHITE, Richard E.
Richard was born on Dec. 1, 1956, in Chicago, Ill., and passed away in Sacramento on Feb. 6, 2009, at the age of 52. He was born with a rare and severely disabling disease (Mucolipidosis), resulting in numerous major surgeries, extended hospitalizations and almost continuous pain throughout his entire life. In 1977 with his family he came to Sacramento where he attended and graduated from Sacramento State University, majoring in Business Administration. For over 20 years he was employed as an Auditor by the Department of Motor Vehicles, where he looked forward to working each day and where he was loved and cherished. He enjoyed traveling, studying history, watching sporting events and learning the Russian language. He is survived and greatly missed by his loving family: his parents Margaret and Richard White and his sister Carolyn White of Sacramento; his sister and brother-in-law Elaine and Russell Swerdon and nephews Colin and Matthew Swerdon of Pleasanton, Calif. Friends and family are invited to attend a Rosary at 7:00 p.m. on Thursday, Feb. 12, 2009, at St. Joseph’s Church, 32890 South River Rd., Clarksburg, Calif., and the Mass of Christian Burial at 10:30 a.m. on Friday, Feb. 13, 2009, at St. Joseph’s Church in Clarksburg. In lieu of flowers, you may wish to make donations to the International Society for Mannosidosis and Related Diseases (ISMRD), P.O. Box 308, Dexter, MI 48130, or the Bishop Gallegos Maternity Home, P.O. Box 305, Fair Oaks, CA 95628. Richard has been an inspiration to many.

Following the in-house creation of last year’s WCN Christmas postcard, we decided to give it another go. Thankfully, WCN’s new Communications Assistant, Anna – who has a delicious blog called Velvet Alphabet, which is all about cooking, eating, watching, reading, creating and enjoying (words stolen from her website) – came up with an excellent plan of festive attack.

It involves pencil shavings.
It involves lead.
It’s tree shaped.
It’s a snowman.
No, it’s a pencil shavings Christmas tree!

So, if you’re reading this, I really hope you get sent one. If you don’t, send me an email and I’ll post one especially. Maybe.

Christmas-Tree christmas-postcard2

Gosh, another Goshawk

Jeanette Winterson and Helen Macdonald are on their way to Norwich. Not right this minute, but they’ll be on their way once March 2015 comes around. I did a flyer for WCN. It features Winterson’s lovely head and a bunch of Goshawks to represent Macdonald’s memoir H is for Hawk. That book is getting a hell of a lot of attention, and rightly so. You’ll find plenty of articles in the national tabloids, but this interview in the Cambridge News is excellent. Winterson is well known for her memoirs Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit and Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, as well as for poetry, journalism and much, much more.

Drooling? Tickets are available on the WCN website, and Norwich Playhouse website if you fancy somewhere different.

From a design point of view, I thought the Goshawks were rather nice, so you can see them in all their glory, above and below, and the flyer, in all its semi-glory, below below.

Another Goshawk Gosh, another Goshawk Goshawk Jeanette Winterson / Helen Macdonald Flyer





















Richard White #16

I begin with a confession: this Richard White may not be a bona fide Richard White.

Please don’t think bad of me.

It’s a shame, because, technically, it’s probably my best Richard White yet. I found him on Google images some time ago, but didn’t do the proper research. That research involves clicking on the image to see the web page he/she (you never know) sits on, which often clarifies his name truly is Richard White. Why wouldn’t it be? Mainly because website owning Richard Whites from across the world like to post pictures of other people, meaning Google, or any other search engine, sometimes incorrectly labels them as Richard White. How many times can I say Richard White in this post? I promise this over-use of the word Richard White has nothing to do with search engine optimisation. Nope. Richard White. Richard White.


Richard White is a project where I, Richard White, find and draw the Richard Whites of this world. If you’re still unsure, check out the Richard White project page.

Mervyn Morris was in Norwich having performed the previous evening at the Live Lit Lounge in the Birdcage. Writers’ Centre Norwich (WCN) supported the event, so WCN Programme Director, Jon Morley, took the opportunity to interview him the next day. As in, today.

It was a bit last minute, meaning we ended up filming in whatever room the Maids Head Hotel staff decided to throw us in. That space ended up being a ballroom. Being a professional, I filmed using the office ipad mini, stuck on a wodge of blu-tack on top of a tripod. Morris was dead impressed.

The interview was fascinating. They talked about Morris’ poetry, the work of other Caribbean poets he’d edited and much, much more. I’ll post the film when it’s done. For now, here’s a nice picture of Morley and Morris, with White in the middle.

Jon Morley and Mervyn Morris


Richard White #15

Richard White #14 and #15 have seen the Richard White production line, or rather, project, take off again. I’m pleased, as it simply means I’m carrying on – something I’m prone to not doing, what with all the other things people can get up to on a train, like reading the paper or playing Dots.

Anyhow, this Richard White is a Professor at Stanford University. The University page reads as follows:

Richard White is the Margaret Byrne Professor of American History at Stanford University and is the principal investigator for the Shaping the West project. This project explores the construction of space by transcontinental railroads in North America during the late nineteenth-century. Professor White has been conducting this research for the last twelve years.

Twelve years. Twelve years. That’s my Richard White Project inspiration, right there.


Richard White is a project where I, Richard White, find and draw the Richard Whites of this world. If you’re still unsure, check out the Richard White project page.

Richard White #14

This Richard White is something new.

This Richard White is the first to feel like he’s within touching distance.

This Richard White used to work with my father-in-law at a solicitor’s firm in London. He’s the first Richard White to be drawn from an actual printed photo, rather than the not-big-enough screen on my phone.

This Richard White, despite being drawn from an actual photo, is not my best.

Sorry, Richard White, you can’t win them all.


Richard White is a project where I, Richard White, find and draw the Richard Whites of this world. If you’re still unsure, check out the Richard White project page.

A picture of Richard White #13

Here’s Richard White number 13. He’s a computer man. On the page where his image was captured, it said the following:

 Note: The following narration was produced by Richard White in response to a request from the British Broadcasting Company. They were preparing a larger retrospective featuring Stephen Hawking. The work White discusses is connected with the first computer calculation ever done that treated the phenomenon now known as “Black Holes.” As such, it is an important artifact of computational history, and certainly worthy of consideration independently of other aspects in the developments within Relativistic Astrophysics.

So there you are. Some Richard Whites are just made that way.

Richard White is a project where I, Richard White, find and draw the Richard Whites of this world. If you’re still unsure, check out the Richard White project page.

Hayman 30/30

This project has a story.

A long time ago, there was a lad called Richard White. In his early college days Richard found himself surrounded by guitarists. They didn’t seem so bad. Richard decided that he should become one.

The journey was pretty cool. He learnt the basics and found he could sing at the same time. (A gypsy once heard a baby version of Richard crying as she was in the process of trying to sell his mum some lucky heather. She told Richard’s mum he’d be a good singer. Richard’s mum bought the heather, for fear of being cursed, as you do. But that’s another story. In fact, that was it.)

Richard did the whole busking and band thing – it was great, I’m told.

During the learning years, Richard found himself staring at a cool ass guitar case at a carboot sale in Devon. Inside was a guitar. A crap one. The pickups had been badly modified, but, worse than that, the previous owner had ripped the body to pieces and decided to scrawl permanent green marker over the entire guitar. Richard paid a fiver for the case, which included ‘the crap one’ inside and promptly went off to eat a terrible burger from an old man in a smelly old van. Just imagine.

The guitar stayed at his mum and dad’s house, promptly forgotten. You see, Richard didn’t know what to look for in a guitar back then. He was a bit dim about them. He simply left it.

*This is an interlude. Richard went and did loads of amazing things. He’ll tell you about them some day*

Here’s the thing: that guitar was rare. It was British made and went by the name of Hayman 30/30. And they were good. Built in the seventies by a chap called Jim Burns, the range was very popular. Sadly, his business skills didn’t match up to his guitar making. He went out of business and guitars like the one Richard had became quite rare.

So here I am (yes, Richard is I!), the owner of a beat up Hayman 30/30. I wouldn’t know about it at all were it not for a friend of mine spotting it sat in the corner of my room, looking like a piece of trash. He saw the Beauty though. And now I do too.

Please prepare yourself for the dramatic vow:


There’s a problem though: it’s going to be really difficult. Parts are rare (duh!), restoration of guitars is supposed to be taken on by people with a certain level of expertise, and worst of all, it’s in such a mess that only so much can be done.

But that isn’t your problem. As I go along I’ll post pictures. If you want to find out more about the guitar, check out the Shergold website: 

Wish me luck…

P.s. If any Hayman fanatics find this page, I promise you I won’t do anything stupid. Let’s be honest, that part was done a long, long time ago.