Friday, 6 March 2009

Marty Fucking Emond

RIP my friend, Martin... I played GnR very loud last night, and thought of you, and Simon.. The Dynamic Duo of comics.. painting away, talking shit, and taking the piss out of each other.

You should be hear painting pictures with us still ya fucker.

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Simon Morse, my bestest bud, and Marty Fuck...

3 comments:

David Bishop said...

Martin was good value. He only ever did one job for me, a Chopper thing in the Meg, but it was the bollocks. You could tell he had it from that first rough-as-guts episode of Accident Man in Toxic!

Sweet as, Emond.

Spud said...

a great shame.. a real powerhouse of design.. ahead of his time.. such a shame.

D'Israeli said...

Oh, shit... that's terrible to hear. I always remember a group of us going to eat at a big greasy spoon place near the Tundra UK offices, and Martin ordering this seafood pizza and when it turned up him saying, "Urrgh, it's covered in tiny octopuses!" and we thought he was taking the piss, but in fact it was covered in tiny octopuses, boiled I think. Forever after I think of him sitting there in a shaft of winter sunlight with this amazed smile on his face staring at tiny, boiled octopus speared on his fork.