I recently had the pleasure of going up to Glasgow to spend the day with David Shrigley. I've always loved his work - I like its paucity of means, and the interplay between mad art and a seriously dark humour. He's kind of in the Chris Morris vein, except there's a lot of silliness in it as well as foreboding - like in the example above. Shrigley also has seriously good taste in music, and has turned me on to to the psychedelic symphonic jazz of Moondog. Thanks for that, David. To save you the bother of me harping on any further you can access the wealth of fun that is Shriggers' own website by clicking here.