Over the past year, I’ve variously introduced myself to strangers as an accountant, accountant-cartoonist or cartoonist-accountant. Sadly, those terms are all now inaccurate, having shelved the ‘day job’ for the time being to concentrate on the serious task of drawing silly pictures. I may well return to the spreadsheets in future, but, for now, the conversation begins, “Hello. I’m a cartoonist.” It still feels a bit weird coming out of a mouth used to framing the words “Hello. I’m an accountant”, but the ensuing interest in my work (as opposed to a deathly silence) makes the weirdness worthwhile.

I should really have figured out that finance wasn’t for me ages ago. Leafing through course notes of my chartered accountancy qualification, there were more doodles and pictures than sums. Here’s a small selection:

The day you decide to spend time sketching the Sacre Coeur instead of answering questions in an ‘Accounting for Decision Making’ Progress Test is the day to quit, I’d suggest to my 25 year-old self.