Waking up from the anaesthetic is always a moment for surprises.

Still in recovery which gives me the opportunity, in between snoozes, to capture the joy of the experience.

Today I feel a little like my dick has been found guilty and is now just waiting for the sentence, which will be determined after tomorrow's op. I am a little bothered by all this, I'll admit, so I thought I'd get this nervous energy out into this cartoon. Onwards and upwards. Or not.

Last Sunday I learned the story of the 'Whippet' tank 'Musical box' told to us by the bloke, Kevin Jepson, who rebuilt the 1918 version, inspiring me to cartoon the story which I present here. And it got me thinking, given one of the crew on the tank was a cartoonist (and the gunner) - was he actually the most murderous cartoonist who ever lived?

Spent some time at the Marilyn Monroe exhibition at the NPG last week and came away with the following impression of the star. Poor girl with an hourglass figure goes on a quest for acting fame as a relief from unhappy childhood, and works hard to achieve global fame which makes her even more unhappy and then she dies. We went brass-rubbing afterwards.

Got a call from the cock doc during our holiday in France about my prostate cancer status. Here's how it played out.. Gonna post regularly on this process because it is both scary and interesting at the same time.

This is the sort of thing that makes me proud and happy to live in this country.

With Iu and Loki back from Romania, we decided to do an outing together, particularly as the rain prevented the hordes from descending for Saturday tennis at ours. This is how it played out... Not that there's anything wrong with wanting to marry your best friend, even if he's the same sex. Honest.

It's very rare that Iu and Loki and I are apart of a weekend. But recently, Iu and Loki went for a flying visit (a couple of nights) to Romania to visit rellies, leaving me to hold the fort, mid-diet on my own back in London. This proved to be problematic for me... I don't manage well left to my own devices.

Every Saturday we have Loki's friends and their family round to play tennis in the courts inside our compound. The kids stay on afterwards and trash the joint, while the parents eat us out of house and home and shoot the breeze. People often complain that digital media stored in Data Centres is basically slop and all we are doing is destroying the environment for vanity trash that should be deleted. But the same could be said for the hot air that comes out of our mouths too.

As Loki settles into being 5, the number of concert performances we have to goto is increasing with his higher level of stamina. Unfortunately, this seems to be in an inverse ratio to ours... Only another 13 years to go of this.

There are some people who are good talkers, and there are others who just shouldn't be. We met one of those people who falls into the latter camp... So that was good news, but it's back to the diet again.

After the biopsy, I lost my voice and became this strange observer disconnected from the real world. In some ways it was quite liberating. Until the results were due in...

After my heart ablation, I found I was virtually unable to speak, which for me is akin to death. In fact, dead people don't feel the need to chat, so it isn't as bad for them. I popped along to the doctor and she immediately suggested a biopsy, marking the case as urgent with the words 'suspected cancer' on the letter. Now, at no stage did we talk about cancer being suspected, but the moment you see that on the letter, you start to envisage your end, no matter how remote the

Since hitting my mid-50s, I've started to bio-degrade more rapidly than I did in my 40's. It catches you a little by surprise how quickly your body says 'oh ffs, will you stop?'. The Xmas period was essentially an all-out cough-a-thon for me, accompanied by acute arthritis and a dodgy ticker in atrial fibulation. So first thing to address was the heart - and even though I'd had a heart operation to fix my arrhythmia before (it failed), we thought we'd give it another go. Here

Iu and I have been trying to expand our cultural horizons beyond the rugby, sweaty gigs full of 70 year olds, and the occasional play with a famous person in it. Our most recent adventure is captured below. It'It's going to be a struggle getting Iu back to Sadler's Wells in the future.

Took a few steps backwards in week 4 of the diet this week. Hosted a dinner do on Sunday which aside from setting us back nearly £1k in food and drink, it turns out Iulia and I ate most of it. Sadly. Anyhow, here's the news... Thanks to Eric Lafforgue at www.ericlafforgue.com for his stunning photos which inspired me to draw this.

Week 3 weigh in and progress is being made. But by God, there's still a long way to go.

Our 4 yo son Loki is now in Reception and yesterday he had his first school football tournament. Big event - notable for being a rare occasion where I didn't bring my semi-professional camera to take snaps. I always look a bit of a weirdo amongst the parents with their iphones next to me with my enormous telephoto lens like I'm trying to compensate for some biological inadequacy. But if I don't take the snaps, then the parents get disappointed that they don't have the cool cl

When your daughter shows distress about the state of her relationship, it is very tempting as a father to step in and take action. But the truth is, I'm too fat, have weak wrists, and basically prefer sitting in the living room to any form of activity, so operate under a quite tight constraints when it comes to doing anything to help. Nevertheless, there are things you can do. Impactful things...