JEEVES THE COCKTAIL CAB

The other day was 'first thursday', which is when loads of galleries on Vyner Street in East London are open for private views. Our friend Tim Stevens had an exhibition with his paintings in his studio. We had been talking for ages about doing a pop up cocktail bar, so we entertained to crowds by serving cocktails from our black cab Jeeves parked in the yard.

We themed the cocktails to Tim's paintings, which are all about coast lines and rivers. They were all really good, but the winner was definitely the Thames.

I made a little menu with some illustrations to put up and hand out as flyers.

Jeeves the Cocktail Cab Menu

Tim also made his own beer for the private view, and I drew some labels for the bottles.

The beer label for Tim's home made beer

Some of the tasty homemade beers

Here we are serving our cocktails from Jeeves the Black Cab, or Jeeves the Cocktail Cab as he was for the evening. We found some great navy army dresses in a great army surplus shop in my hometown of Umeå, Sweden, and thought they would do well for the occasion.

Behind the bar of Jeeves

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Quite a lot of people took part in the project 'One Hundred Days to Make me a Better Person', everyone doing different things. One of my fellow participants contacted me to ask if I wanted to do a mini collaboration. 

Jo Bell is a poet who were taking part in the project by writing for 15 minutes a day. The poem she sent me is from her book Navigation.

BREAK IN AND LEAVE ME FLOWERS

Neighbour, I was sleeping

when you used your key this morning. 

I sleep lightly, but I never woke. 

I came down in summer light 

wearing my surprised hair

and my blue pyjamas

to find the Bovril jar you like

precisely in the middle of the breakfast table, 

its old mouth stuffed with

brilliant bronze chrysanthemums. 

Thank you, neighbour. 

This afternoon I used my key to your house

and left you this poem.

I really liked the poem so I did a little drawing that I thought was suitable. Then i read the poem again a realised i had perhaps read it with my twisted comedy glasses on. But I think its a nice poem and I like the image I had in my head of a kindof friendly burglar.

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