Andrew Wightman

Right. It's about time I told you about my friend Andrew Wightman. He's an artist, see, with a broad Scots accent and tufty whiskers. He, along with his lovely partner Rebecca, own and operate a beautifully antiquated and obviously loved ice-cream van, which is more often than not parked up at Duckpool beach. Look out for it, it's called Hokey Pokey. I can personally recommend the Passion Fruit Sorbet in a cone.
His art kind of made me sad. Not bad sad - happy sad, like, I find it sad that I can't just pick up a guitar and jam like Slash but I'm happy that Slash can. Sad that I can't pick up a 9'6" Takayama and surf like Joel Tudor and yet I love watching him surf. I want to surf like that.
I will never be able to pick up pens and create something like Andrew can (oh I've tried - it always ends up looking more like I've been doing a still-life of indescript roadkill.)
So hats off to you Andrew. Luckily for you my art stinks. Keep drawing please. C