Self-portrait. Acrylic on paper.

Having no life, my NYE was spent watching a dvd I hadn't seen in ages; "Time After Time" (1979). It inspired this scene.

A raccoon walks the gaslit streets of Whitechapel, London, c. 1888. What's he up to? What's in his bag? Something perfectly innocent, or "something furries don't like"?

I have painted myself wearing the drizabone I often wear in real life, with a brown (rather then black) top hat.