Forget about super heroes battling the forces of evil, the real battle was between me and my son. It was felt-tip pen mayhem, but in a good way. He drew some crazy machines, I drew some apocalyptic battle scenes – and all before supper.
When the dust settled, the honours were even. Never-the-less I still decided to throw water over my effort, not in disgust, but to soften the colours. Once the paper had dried I then went over the edges with a black pen, and voilà, there you have it. I was pretty pleased, just wish I’d given the guy on the motorbike a forehead, he looks a like the missing link.