Had an unusually heavy weekend of caricaturing- six hours on a call centre floor, two and a half at a wedding and another two along with the whole Studio team for a massive group of international science/technology symposium-goers.

Last night marked a career first- a fellow refused to even take his caricature from my hand, much less keep it. At least I was being paid by the organisers for my time and not on a drawing-by-drawing basis. That's a much tougher row to hoe, one in which rejection means taking a dent to the bank balance as much as the ego. (It's a phenomenon explored with courage and good humour by the superb American caricaturist Joe Bluhm in his forth-coming book Rejects.)

Still, it all balances out. Later on a Parisian told me I could give "the guys in Montmarte" a run for their money. Got good reactions from some South Africans, Brazilians and Germans too.

Meanwhile, another of the Studio boys had been cornered by a group from Hong Kong who spent as much time photographing him- having convinced themselves he was famous- as being drawn, every caricature receiving applause and hoots of laughter. When you find a really appreciative group like that (usually women and/or foreigners, but never Scottish blokes) it's great, you come away at the end feeling ten foot tall.