Andy Stanton - You're a Bad Man, Mr. Gum!

Did you know that Andy Stanton lives in North London? And that he studied English at Oxford but they kicked him out? And that his middle name is ‘Coinholder’?

Well, guess what? Now you can learn even more vaguely true facts about Andy’s life! You can hear Andy talking about Mr Gum in this amazingly funty new Egmont Extras edition! You can even hear him playing the harmonica, and see some illustrations that were never published - and so much more!

You’re a Bad Man Mr Gum Did you know that Andy Stanton lives in North London? And that he studied English at Oxford but they kicked him out? And that his middle name is ‘Coinholder’? Well, guess what? Now you can learn even more vaguely true facts about Andy’s life! You can hear Andy talking about Mr Gum in this amazingly funty new Egmont Extras edition! You can even hear him playing the harmonica, and see some illustrations that were never published - and so much more!

An Interview with Andy Stanton

The Original Illustrations

Old King Thunderbelly and the Wall of Lamonic Bibber

Ol’ Lemon Juice Sings the Blues

You’re a Bad Man Mr Gum Did you know that Andy Stanton lives in North London? And that he studied English at Oxford but they kicked him out? And that his middle name is ‘Coinholder’? Well, guess what? Now you can learn even more vaguely true facts about Andy’s life! You can hear Andy talking about Mr Gum in this amazingly funty new Egmont Extras edition! You can even hear him playing the harmonica, and see some illustrations that were never published - and so much more!

1. The Garden of Mr Gum

2. A Massive Whopper of a Dog

3. Mr Gum Lays His Plans Like the Horror He Is

4. Mr Gum Has a Cup of Tea

5. Jammy Grammy Lammy

6. Mr Gum Lays Down His Hearts

7. Friday O’Leary

8. Some Things Happen

9. Polly and Friday Ride Into Town

10. Jake’s Darkest Hour

11. How It All Turned Out

An Interview with Andy Stanton

The Original Illustrations

Old King Thunderbelly and the Wall of Lamonic Bibber: A Reading by Andy Stanton

Ol’ Lemon Juice Sings the Blues

Mr Gum was a fierce old man with a red beard and two bloodshot eyes that stared out at you like an octopus curled up in a bad cave. He was a complete horror who hated children, animals, fun and corn on the cob. What he liked was snoozing in bed all day, being lonely and scowling at things.

He slept and scowled and picked his nose and ate it. Most of the townsfolk of Lamonic Bibber avoided him and the children were terrified of him. Their mothers would say, ‘Go to bed when I tell you to or Mr Gum will come and shout at your toys and leave slime on your books!’ That usually did the trick.

Mr Gum lived in a great big house in the middle of town. Actually it wasn’t that great, because he had turned it into a disgusting pigsty. The rooms were filled with junk and pizza boxes. Empty milk bottles lay around like wounded soldiers in a war against milk, and there were old newspapers from years and years ago with headlines like

VIKINGS INVADE BRITAIN

and

WORLD’S FIRST NEWSPAPER INVENTED

TODAY.

Insects lived in the kitchen cupboards, not just small insects but great big ones with faces and names and jobs.

Mr Gum’s bedroom was absolutely grimsters. The wardrobe contained so much mould and old cheese that there was hardly any room for his moth-eaten clothes, and the bed was never made. (I don’t mean that the duvet was never put back on the bed, I mean the bed had never even been MADE. Mr Gum hadn’t gone to the bother of assembling it. He had just chucked all the bits of wood on the floor and dumped a mattress on top.) There was broken glass in the windows and the ancient carpet was the colour of unhappiness and smelt like a toilet. Anyway, I could be here all day going on about Mr Gum’s house but I think you’ve got the idea. Mr Gum was an absolute lazer who couldn’t be bothered with niceness and tidying and brushing his teeth, or anyone else’s teeth for that matter.

(and as you can see, it’s a big but) he was always extremely careful to keep his garden tidy. In fact, Mr Gum kept his garden so tidy that it was the prettiest, greeniest, floweriest, gardeniest garden in the whole of Lamonic Bibber. Here’s how amazing it was:

Think of a number between one and ten .

Multiply that number by five .

Add on three hundred and fifty .

Take away eleven .

Throw all those numbers away .

Now think of an amazing garden .

Whatever number you started with, you should now be thinking of an amazing garden. And that’s how amazing Mr Gum’s garden was. In spring it was bursting with crocuses and daffodils. In summer there were roses, sunflowers, and those little blue ones, what are they called again? You know, those blue ones, they look a bit like dinosaurs – anyway, there were tons of them. In autumn the leaves from the big oak tree covered the lawn, turning it gold like a gigantic leafy robot. In winter, it was winter.

No one in town could understand how Mr Gum’s garden could be so pretty, greeny, flowery and gardeny when his house was such a filthy tip.

‘Maybe he just likes gardening,’ said Jonathan Ripples, the fattest man in town.

‘Perhaps he’s trying to win a garden contest,’ said a little girl called Peter.

‘I reckon he just quite likes gardening,’ said Martin Launderette, who ran the launderette.

‘Oy, that was my idea!’ said Jonathan Ripples.

‘No, it wasn’t,’ said Martin Launderette. ‘You can’t prove it, fatso.’

In fact, they were all wrong. The real reason was this: Mr Gum had to keep the garden tidy because otherwise an angry fairy would appear in his bathtub and start whacking him with a frying pan. (You see, there is always a simple explanation for things.) Mr Gum hated the fairy but he couldn’t work out how to get rid of it, so his only choice was to do the gardening or it was pan-whacks.