Having been conned into doing a still life for my GCSE art by my marky-arsed art teacher, with his nazi regalia and his bloody bayonets when ui would rather have been drawing monsters and baddies and kung-fu mutant vampires, i fell away from my desired career path, and became a dosser. But now, the inner beast has returned! It yells and blames me and that, and demands high quality paintings and illustrations! ROAR! HOWWLL!! AAAIIEE!!!