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James Jenks
@jenksy.bsky.social
Artist.
Storyteller.
Awkward.

Triple threat.
Help - I keep buying ornaments that look depressed.
November 13, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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Tbh, until Barry Chuckle died, I genuinely thought they were a couple, not actual brothers. Either way, love is love.
November 13, 2025 at 1:25 AM
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Hey Bluesky, my better half @gailmyerscough.co.uk has had a heck of a lot to deal with this year. She’s also a bit down because she hasn’t sold much recently. Please visit her site www.gailmyerscough.co.uk and have a look at her amazing designs. Thank you for reading, much appreciated xx
Gail Myerscough | Surface Pattern Designer & Illustrator | Manchester
Discover a world of bold and colourful prints, homewares and stationery by Gail Myerscough, a surface pattern designer and illustrator. Designed in Manchester, made in the UK.
www.gailmyerscough.co.uk
November 12, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Imagine being told the "deliverance team" is going to fix your haunting and 2 guys with banjos turn up.

#Uncanny
October 31, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Try this as an experiment, mention to neighbours, even casually, that the street might be haunted, and watch the chaos ensue.

#Uncanny
October 31, 2025 at 9:45 PM
I ALWAYS check the kettle isn't in the garden before I leave the house.

#Uncanny
October 31, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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one of my favorite stories is when we went on a cruise for mom’s 60th and my brother and i stayed up on the deck all night and watched the drunkest dude we’d ever seen (so far) get arrested and yell “why? i’m not driving the boat!” and i say that so often
October 14, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Anyone who's seen the classic "Whistle and I'll come to you" starring Michel Hordern, will know why whenever I see a bone on a beach, I have this overwhelming impulse to blow it.

Every time I see a strange bone on a coastal holiday, I think - I bet I could get a tune out of that.
October 20, 2025 at 3:09 PM
When you decide to go for a nice relaxing walk along the beach, and suddenly it all goes a bit M.R. James...
October 20, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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Revisited this spectacular Kaleb Horton paragraph about crows this morning. "I have met crows that should be in jail" is one of those sentences that's so good you're initially furious you didn't write it yourself before circling back around to just being glad you got to read it.
September 27, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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I have an email address that is older than some of my colleagues.

My actual bones cried out in terror when I found that out.
September 27, 2025 at 2:38 PM
'Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation.' - Vincent Van Gogh.

"Dog at the vet's (with toupee)"
- oil on board, 2025.
September 27, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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Getting this printed out and laminated for when I need it
September 25, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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charging at my boyfriend in the bedroom and he screams "olé!" as I crash into the wall instead
September 25, 2025 at 10:20 AM
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when the rich Do Crimes
April 4, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Work-in-progress. I have no idea what it's going to be at this stage.
September 25, 2025 at 10:58 AM
September 24, 2025 at 2:32 PM
With Christmas coming up (eventually), if you have a pet and would like to treat them to a portrait, like Princess here, hit me up.
September 24, 2025 at 2:31 PM
A new prop for my night terrors.
September 21, 2025 at 1:27 PM
For just £1, I purchased a fruity dog from the market, and the dog's not sure about it.
September 21, 2025 at 1:22 PM
As always, if you have a pet and would like to commission a painting of them, please keep me in mind.

What I lack in talent, I more than make up in affordability.
September 12, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Because nobody succeeded in stopping me this past week, I have been painting again.
September 12, 2025 at 9:38 AM
Show me a more exciting postcard.

I'll wait.
September 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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I will at this point reiterate my theory that we are all born with a finite number of fucks available to give. By the time you get to 50, that supply is running very low. At 61, I can confirm that I am bang out of fucks to give, and my goodness it is a great feeling.
August 18, 2025 at 10:25 AM