Stickmen

Exactly a month ago it was not indeed Monday, as it is today. Due to the nature of March being a 31 day month (remember the rhyme, people?) and the number 31 not dividing equally by seven, exactly a month ago it was a Friday. It's now 9:44 am in my particular time zone and on the Friday in question I was sitting at a desk - my second ever day at the office job. I sneaked off at lunchtime and spent the afternoon sweeping and shifting furniture. That evening hundreds of funny-lookin' people descended on our campus area and we put on a three day nigh-on non-stop folk dance festival to keep them entertained. It was mental: great fun, great stress and a great feeling of accomplishment. What was the point - to give a bunch of people a whole weekend of intense fun and complete real-life escapism, and to do it because you knew it was a thing that would be appreciated.

I won an award for my part of the organising caboodle. I found out about the award the day after the dinner at which I ought to have received it. Such is my current level of personal organisation. Collecting the award it's an A6 piece of card with some cool studenty graphics and "Kings Commendation" writing in cool slanty capitals. It looks pretty disappointing but I won't mention that when I use it to bulk up my c.v.

So, we put all the furniture back, kicked the last few people out of the building, played A+E taxi for our one and only injured participant (frankly, a miraculous number given the dancing:injury ratio) and opened a bottle of very good wine, bought at the vineyard no less. We've paid most of the bills and recovered for the exhaustion and post-festival lurgies. Next year, we'll jump in a bus and go enjoy what someone else has organised for us.

But before then. One last spin-off.
Part of our corporate image, and our t-shirt and merch designs featured scenes of happy little stick figures trying their sticky hands at a variety of folk dance forms. After a while they got bored and tried to take up folky instruments. In the end they ran out of inspiration and just stood around helping people differentiate between the make and female toilets.
We printed one heck of a lot of the critters and I'll find them following me around for the rest of my days I imagine. But the punters seemed to like them.

So... we've gone mainstream. Internet companies like spreadshirt take my humble design, we choose what products we want to plaster the design on the the front of and ... Hey Presto, we're in business.
T-shirts! Lots of em. Big ones.

Little teeny ones. 

Bags. Babygrows. Blankets. Basically t-shirts and stuff beginning with B. 

Seriously, this baby model is wearing lip gloss. Can't be right. 

All on a happy little website. You buy stuff then you'll have exciting stuff and I'll get about 10p for my trouble. I'll try not to spend it all at once. Happiness all round. 

Here it is, boys and girls. Share the stick-man-merchandise love. 

http://mcstickman.spreadshirt.co.uk/