Dirty Bristow Issue Two: Contributors

We asked our myriad contributors “What animal would you have on your coat of arms?”. This is the shite they came up with:

Andy Cowley
robottomonsuta.co.uk
My coat of arms beast would be the cockatrice. According to commonly
held heraldic opinions, it strikes fear into the heart of all beholders, which just sounds a bit awesome to me.

Antonio Roberts
hellocatfood.com
There being a giraffe on my coat of arms makes about as much sense as there being a camel on Stoke-on-Trent’s.

Ben Neal
benneal.blogspot.com
I choose White Wolf. He is secretive, deep and has mysterious powers.

Ben Waddington
twitter.com/falsedog
My coat of arms has on either size of a lozenge a True Cat (dexter) and a
False Dog (sinister). They are
the invisible pet equivalent of the angel and demon on your shoulder, whispering advice and issuing challenges.

Cam Docherty
friendsofthestars.co.uk
My friend had a Jack Russell with bad eczema and it was the nastiest, most ill-tempered mutt with everyone. Except, he turned into the sweetest little puppy with my mate’s Mum… who fed him. So I’m having him on my coat of arms, because he had his shit sorted out and I hope to be like him one day.

Caroline Beavon
twitter.com/carolinebeavon
A cat: Independent and strong, cats only really need humans to open jars and do the washing-up. They can turn on the charm and scratch all within the blink of an eye. They are the true masters of the universe—
honestly, I reckon the Egyptians were onto something.

Dan Davies
dandavies23.com
What credibility would my attempted short story have if I didn’t say dog?
Besides which dogs deserve a coat of arms. Cats (especially big ones) get all the attention.

Dan Powell
danpowellfiction.com
The proverbial monkey with a typewriter hammering the keys in the hope of smacking out the best possible words in the best possible order. If one monkey, or a
thousand, can churn out a classic then there’s hope for me yet.

Danny Smith
edgetrinkets.com
Two scorpions, fucking. If you have to ask why, you’ll never understand the answer.

Gareth Courage
garethcourage.co.uk
Some kind of mythical animal mashup like a manticore or chimera. A creature hacked from loads of other bits and pieces and probably just plain weird. And probably made out of paper. And old books. And photos.

Gavin Wray
gavinwray.com
I’m a web producer living in Birmingham, thus my coat of arms features the hawk. Gavin—derived from Sir Gawain, King Arthur’s nephew famed for his loyalty, courtesy and valour—is Celtic for ‘white hawk of battle’, ‘little hawk’, ‘white knight’ and ‘midfield general’.

Hamish Dolphin
gormpod@yahoo.co.uk
The Dolphin name sailed with the
Vikings to these shores—different
spelling back then mind. My coat of arms has three dolphins naiant—for swiftness, diligence, and love—great look. Alfred the Great preferred dolphins to people. He called them to arms to fight the Viking invaders.

Harry Vale
twitter.com/harryvale
A duck. Here are some facts about ducks: they engage in gang rape; they’re also known to engage in necrophilia; they can swim like motherfuckers. Fuckers of
mothers. Do not mess with ducks. I would also
accept a puppy.

Isabella Day
magnusandbella.co.uk
Sorry? I don’t completely understand the question. Look, I’m not a writer or anything. I just make beautiful jewellery. Ask me a question about that instead.

James Cook
twitter.com/jamesecook
A lion, mainly because my three year old daughter is obsessed with them. Everything with her is lion this, lion that, lion the other. For Christmas she wanted a lion in a rocket. She didn’t get one. I’m not a magician.

Jeff Stuka
eyesofdiesel.blogspot.com
Oh ye silver lions, who bestrideth the arms that recall the menace of Dundee and the red rings of thy own spiced anus, what speak ye about this man who writeth under a name that be not his own nor yours that his also his. “Er, yeah, he be wrong in his own head and shit. But he doth like a good biscuit.”

Jon Bounds
twitter.com/bounder
A coat of arms in the two-thousand-and-tenties needs not just an animal but one imbued with post-modernism; I hereby request Jasper Carrott’s dog Mr Blue Sky. Rampant.

Jonny Rimmer
iamjonrimmer@gmail.com
During the celebrations to mark the Silver Jubilee, my mother; a baby otter, met an older iguanadon with a driver’s licence. Intoxicated by ‘blue’ flavour 20/20, she was lured round the back of the skips where they made clumsy love under the bunting. After a brief period gestation I was ejected onto a coat of arms. He never called her.

Julia Gilbert
twitter.com/catnip
It’s a red panda, because I’m inquisitive and difficult to classify. I hate to be too hot or too cold. If you try to put me in a cage, I will escape. And I like to sleep on my tail.

Karl Held
twitter.com/karlheld
A beast rampant, I’m a part-time auteur, gourmand, flâneur, chocolatier, philosopher and German.

Ken Davidson
davidson-igd.co.uk
Wisely if sincerely’ says the stag on my clan’s coat of arms. I’m a mock Jock (so bang goes the sincerity?) with a background in illustration, graphic design and
mechanical tinkering. I’m so bloody professional I actually have a Terms of Service sheet.

Laura Creaven
twitter.com/lauracreaven
A lovely little ocelot. Because they’re like cats, but even more awesome. And who wouldn’t want to be depicted by an animal who is eccentric, curious, nocturnal and adorable, with hidden claws—literally.

Leonardo Morgado
morgado.co.uk
I have two hedgehogs copulating to represent the beauty that is nature. It also represents the fact that if you try to fuck someone, there is always the danger of getting spiked through the heart. Motto: I stoop to get conkers.

Libby Hayward
twitter.com/libbyaitch
The Libby H coat of arms features a floppy-eared brown-and-white dog, illustrating my loyalty, love of company and penchant for sniffing people’s privates.

Louise Carrier
louise@louisecarrier.co.uk
A llama because it is my favorite animal. They are known for their sociability and curiosity which I think are wonderful traits and ones I try to foster to keep learning.

Mark Murphy
mark@surely.uk.com
The animal on my coat of arms is a leopard, why? Because it looks amazing. It’s a slight, rosette covered big cat that’s agile, fast and good at climbing trees. Its fur looks better on itself than anyone else, whoever or where ever they may be; grrrrrrrrrr.

Mark Steadman
marksteadman@me.com
A raccoon, because cute, fluffy and wide-eyed as they are, somehow I wouldn’t mess with one.

Mike Cummins
b13.org.uk
A pampered cat as there can be no life better than sleeping all day to get the energy to sleep all night.

Nigel Lowrey
nigelowrey.blogspot.com
An octopus holding a different drawing utensil in each tentacle: like me, they’re born to use ink.

Pete Ashton
ttvpete.com
I don’t have a coat of arms. They’re silly.

Phil Davis
twitter.com/furiouspigeon
Upon my coat of arms sits a proud mandrill eating the flesh of its prey…which is a mixed-race, dead, prostitute from Balsall Heath. Sums up our family. Probably.

R.E.V. Walsh
revwalsh.co.uk
Wounded Swan. Illustrates motto; Transfixus sed non Mortuus.

Rich Spencer
freeboprich.com
The tomcat would proudly adorn my Crest. He is my natural zoomorphism: Moody, yet eager to please. A loner, yet needy in love. Messy, yet snappily preened. Destructive, yet a seeker of beauty. We are a strutting contradiction in terms.

Rob Wickings
excusesandhalftruths.com
The rabbit. Sneaky, lying, big-eared, bug-eyed, horny, greedy, jittery,
paranoid, needy, mercurial bag of base urges and appetites. There’s no more appropriate totem for a writer—or at least for this writer. Plus, Bugs Bunny when he cross-dressed. I mean, you would, wouldn’t you?

Shona McQuillan
shonamcquillan.com
I am greedy. I have an otter, a shire horse, a posse of ducks and a panda pimping out my coat of arms. Okay, so the horse is a wee bit big, but an otter in your sink, ducks in the bath and a panda generally bumbling around would be pretty skill. Ooh, you could ride the shire horse to work.

Sita Bridglal
sitabridglal@hotmail.com
A water buffalo—the most noble and majestic of large bovines. And perfect with a side salad.

Steven D Quirke
internalimages.com
A tiding of magpies would grace my coat of arms. The most intelligent of the corvidae family, able to recognise its own reflection and utilise tools. Plus this beautiful bird is festooned with mythology and folklore galore. And I am a sucker for mythology and folklore…

Tom Lennon
tomlennon.com
I’ve always felt a strong affinity with the Venezuelan moose frog. This unique creature—the only known example of an amphibian with antlers—secretes a black viscous fluid, shapes it into rudimentary symbols then passes it off as humour. It also regularly performs stand-up comedy, presumably to ward off predators.