Chlorine Scented

Over a period of seven years I spent at least one hour every week at the Latchmere Leisure Centre initially ensuring that my children learned to swim and subsequently watching my son gain his distance awards. Eventually after swimming over one mile he decided that swimming was no longer fun and my pool attendance also ceased.
During the hours I waited and watched, I sat in the steamy, chlorine heavy atmosphere of Paco's cafe surrounded by yellow plastic chairs strewn around ketchup stained plastic tables populated by fractious families feasting on chicken dinosaurs. In order to mentally separate myself from this mayhem I would use any paper and materials I could find in my bag to draw, this is a particularly enthusiastic attendant who I recall made generous use of his whistle.These drawings are on the back of an old invoice for some animation work.