This little guy was another spur of the moment idea that really worked well. He was a last minute entry in the Under the Blue Moon festival's 2005 gargoyle sculpting contest. He was made out of junk I had lying around the studio in one caffeine-fuelled overnight session. I was my light-heartedly thumbing my nose at the way that some goths take themselves so seriously. It's mostly the younger ones. Old school goths know that goth culture is a piss-take on culture in general - including itself.

To my horror, this was exactly how the judges felt too, and I won first prize, beating out a couple of dozen immaculately and painstakingly constructed entries of a more traditional nature. I'm amazed I got out of there without being lynched.