A true artist (and I am a true artist [indubitably]) never goes anywhere without his pencil and a sketchpad, even doon the pub intent on only drinkin'!
It's a bit of a hobby of mine to observe my fellow imbibers as they socialise and present me with subjects without having to pay them for their imortalisation:
Fascinating abstract pattern dress on rather large lady.
And this man reading "The Lost Army of Cambysus":
I have not read this book yet myself but it looks like my kinda thing - ancient armies lost in sandstorms.
One day, when I am sadly gone, these unknown bar-flies will be viewed in books about the artist and how he was mis-understood and under appreciated (except by those in Arizona at least) and really only a legend in his ain hoose.