Today, being January 27th, is the birthday of Thomas Crapper. The ingenious inventor of the flushing toilet and almost by some strange happy accident the one place where a man is truly king and can get some reading done in peace and quiet. Sadly, there were probably thousands of outhouse builders that were made completely obsolete by his invention.
I for one am glad not to have to run outside in the middle of winter...and I suspect outhouses are where the female of our species developed her disdain for toilet seats that were left up. Lets be honest, that would have been quite a fall!
So, in honour of Mr. Crapper, I have gathered all the sketches I did in 2008 that I considered "crappy" and have lit them on fire. I then took the ashes and like some beloved pet goldfish past its prime I flushed them into oblivion. Thanks Thomas!
