While visiting friends in Boston, myself and my wife hadn't counted on the horrendous jet lag that we would inflict on our 14 month old son Ivor. For the first few days, he was getting up at 3am thinking it was dawn and time for breakfast. He's quite a noisey eater so I had to saddle him up in his pram for a brisk walk around the neighbourhood to try and remind him that he should be asleep. This of course meant that I was wide awake with plenty of time on my hands. I started to take my drawing pad and a flask of coffee.

My first night in Boston was spent in a sports bar. As I have literally no interest in sports, this was an odd place for me to be until an half-cut Red Sox fan heard my accent and proceeded to explain how the American Football game on the 8 foot flat screen worked.

Again, such things sadly go right over my head (which is why I am a pariah in male drinking circles), but I was fascinated by the aesthetic of the game, the helmets and what not. I took it upon myself to learn about the scandal surrounding local messiah Tom Brady, or the excentricity of Odell Martin and create a series of illustrations based on these national heroes.