Hand drawn biro doodlings of emotional walruses - welcome to Tumblr folks.
A war vet and a self-proclaimed BMF, Winnifred has seen some messed up things dude, things that would keep you up all night, drinking tequila straight from the cactus. His father cut out on him during his infancy, but not before branding him with his misleading name - subsequently, Winnifred feels a certain affinity with ‘A Boy Named Sue’.
Full of witty sass, and playful flirtation, William has glitzed himself up and is ready to paint the town red. Lock up your daughters!…or sons….
Who among us has the moxie to shun conventional careers, and strive to become an aviatrix? Hats off to Wayna, she will one day follow in her hero’s footsteps and fly solo across the Atlantic.
The realisation that he will not be finding a job with his philosophy degree has hit Winston like a tonne of bricks. He has since adopted a Nietzsche-esque view of life.
He is what some might call ‘socially inept’, Wincenzo has no chance of forming the quartet he has always longed for, and has unfortunately turned to alcohol for comfort.
He’s been dreaming for so long, but has finally dropped any pre-tense of hope - this walrus ain’t going into space.
