SAM BACKHOUSE

 

ANIMATOR, CARICATURIST, CARTOONIST, GRAPHIC NOVELIST, HUMORIST, ILLUSTRATOR, POET, WRITER

Mobile: (+44)7505571777

E-mail: sambackhouseismad@hotmail.co.uk

Note: due to the fact that I am absolutely CRAP with computers, this website consists of just text as I have 100% no idea on how to get images up. Still... it's better than nothing. To view some of my artwork go to this site:

http://sambackhouse.wordpress.com/

ABOUT ME

I came screaming and kicking into this world on the twelfth of April 1991 at ten minutes past midnight.

At the age of one I grabbed a hold of a pen and bought it down onto a piece of paper making my first scribble.

I became addicted by creating scribbles on pieces of paper and carried it on.

Years later I learnt how to read and write, and I started to write my own stories, being hugely inspired by Roald Dahl. I had books made for me by my parents that were bits of paper stapled together, and I soon filled them up with creativity.

When I was six years old I was introduced into the world of comics. I got The Beano and The Dandy every week from my local newsagent. I started to collect hundreds of comics, and I still collect the cool things up until today.

In 1998 I started creating my own comic strips. I created a character called Gobby, and he would have a speech bubble beside him jam-packed full of words in every panel of the strip.

When I was ten I went busking and sold cartoons on the streets. I remember happily earning £22 in one hour one day with my cartoons at 50p each, selling like hot cakes.

I have continued to sell cartoons (and cartoon calendars and greetings cards) at exhibitions, market stalls, festivals and streets.

I also write poetry and make my own stop motion animations using a digital camera.

I see myself as being more than one person. I am a writer, cartoonist, caricaturist, humorist, illustrator, animator, graphic novelist and poet.

I hope to one day have my own comics to sell in newsagents across Britain. Fifty years ago there used to be hundreds of comics in Britain but there aren’t many today.

Here's a few poems by I:

A DAY IN TOWN

Quarter past two, and I walk through the station,

Taste of honey toast still touching my tongue.

I sit down on the cold wet metal seat

And wait for the train with repeated voices

Blazing through the speakers. ‘The next train will be

Arriving in fifteen minutes.’

I find a paper to read:

War still going on…taxes rise…more babies born.

Then the train comes, and I climb aboard.

The taste of honey has left my tongue.

I watch the houses run away as we flash past,

And I like to think of them moving and not the train.

Soon the train stops and I exit it and take to the town

With chewing gum and condom wrapper streets.

Statues of men fought in battles coated in bird droppings

And wearing traffic cones for hats.

Stripy police cars buzz around like wasps

And the cars stare at my actions as they jet past.

As I walk on down the High street I am surrounded by

Parrots walking around on two legs and wearing clothes.

‘Face book,’ is all they keep on saying.

The smell of the pasties fills my nostrils and pulls me in.

My stomach gurgles as I wait in the queue.

After I leave, I hide away in the park with the flying rats

Who appear when the pasty crumbs hit the ground,

Being cannon fodder for the running teens.

After I finish I walk on through the town.

I leave my silent meditation of the still park

To return back to the craze with the screaming traffic lights

And the enraged motorists who never have time to be safe.

The shops are littered with brightness. Choked with people.

Cash machines sing as they vomit endless papers,

And pensioners flood the pavements.

I am pushed off the path by the tearing pram pushers

And the grizzly dog owners with the bad beer breath.

The cigarette smokers hanging out of the pubs,

Standing in a thick grey smog.

The stiletto wearers are always following me.

They are like walking clocks.

The Big Issue sellers shout out their lines,

And the pub owners roll out their kegs of booze onto the streets.

Another one empty? Another one full?

The empty shops with cracked windows look sad on their own.

The half read newspapers flap about in the breeze.

I flick a coin in the sad man’s hat,

And watch his sadness turn to hope.

I walk back to the station, return ticket in hand,

And I hop on the train and return home.

Good old home. Why’d I ever leave you in the first place?

DUMPTY HUMPTY

Dumpty Humpty built a wall

Dumpty Humpty ate a raspberry fool

And all the queen’s corgis

And all the queen’s guards

Were all inside busy playing cards.

LOST WITHIN THE MACHINE

I'm lost in the turmoil of this machine

It is sucking my soul from my body

And leaving me as a hollow husk.

My brain is being decorated in blips and blops

And an alien language pollutes my ears.

Imagine a man from one hundred years ago

Awakening from a long century of sleep

And he is now in this one.

His brain would surely shrivel up and die.

He would have come into this madness too fast.

 

SHUT UP

Shut up chickens, stop your squawking

Shut up men who are shout talking

Shut up waffling radio

Shut up fast drivers- just drive slow

Shut up auto-tune boy bands

Shut up spoilt kids always making demands

Shut up jets, you fly too low

Shut up fox hunters- go away, go

Shut up dogs who bark too loud

Shut up noisy shouting crowd

Shut up bombs that go KABOOM!

Shut up noisy things that zoom

Shut up rustling plastic bags

Shut up talkers of gossipy mags

Shut up violent gangsta rap tunes

Shut up kids who burst balloons

Shut up adverts on the internet

SHut up everyone’s TV set

Shut up telephone- ring ring ring!

Shut up those always saying, “bling!”

Shut up guns- bang bang bang!

Shut up spitting, swearing gang.

 

THE GAME

Down by the field of mooing cows

And the higgledy-piggledy farmer’s house

I wait for the loud metal bus

To take me away into the rush

Taking me to a heaving street

Where there’s no grass beneath my feet

The sky scraping buildings are overweight

Filled with office jobs I hate

An urban wasteland filled with man

That is too spread out across this land

Every road, it is the same

An invitation to the game

This game I do not want to play

But I am forced into it everyday.

 

BOOKS FOR SALE BY ME (ON SELF PUBLISHING WEBSITES):

Note: these books contain comic strips, doodles, poems, short stories, fake adverts, puzzles and lots more by me...

BLURB.CO.UK:

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book One)

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Two)

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Four)

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Five)

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Six)

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Seven)

*A PLAY SCOPE (EXTENDED EDITION).

LULU.COM:

*SAM BACKHOUSE’S LITTLE BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book Three)

*A PLAY SCOPE (A GRAPHIC NOVEL)

*SAM BACKHOUSE'S BIG BOOK OF RANDOM CRAP (Book One-; this book contains all 7 little books of Random Crap in one book! The book is 344 pages long and is available to buy here):

http://www.lulu.com/shop/sam-backhouse/sam-backhouses-big-book-of-random-crap/paperback/product-21320174.html

INSPIRATIONS OF MINE:

Monty Python, The Simpsons, Futurama, Gary Larson’s Far Side Gallery, Garfield, Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson, Asterix, Tove Jansson, Maurice Sendak, Raymond Briggs, Matt Groening, Gerald Scarfe, Leo Baxendale, Hunt Emerson, Gilbert Shelton, Pete Loveday, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Velvet Underground, The Doors, The Monkees, The Kinks, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Caine from Kung Fu (played by David Carradine), Mahatma Gandhi, Picasso, Basquiat, Dali, Quentin Tarantino, Alejandro González Iραrritu, Christopher Nolan, Andrei Tarkovsky, The Matrix, The X Files, 24, Lost, The Young Ones, Charles M Schulz, Billy Connolly, Spike Milligan, The Goon Show, The Pink Panther, Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes, Dr. Seuss, Aardman animations, William Kentridge, Terry Gilliam, 2000 AD, Bob Clampett, Robert Crumb, The Two Ronnies, etc...

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LINKS TO OTHER PAGES BY ME SCATTERED ALL OVER THIS OVERRATED INVENTION CALLED 'THE INTERNET':

ANIMATIONS AND FILMS:

https://www.youtube.com/user/sambackhouse

https://vimeo.com/user11666424

BOOKS 1:

http://www.blurb.co.uk/search/site_search?search=Sam+Backhouse

BOOKS 2:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/sambackhouse

FACEBOOK PAGE:

http://www.facebook.com/sam.backhouse.9022

FACEBOOK BOOK PAGES:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/A-Play-Scope-Sam-Backhouse/346489982132185?ref=hl

http://www.facebook.com/SamBackhousesLittleBooksOfRandomCrap

LINKED-IN PROFILE

http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=210595114&trk=tab_pro

MORE ARTWORK

http://sambackhouse.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

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