The Old Masters – re-interpreted 19

Were you bullied at school? Did the jocks and class tough-guys use your school bag for kicking/hammer-throw practice? Did the ‘gorgeous gang’ (that nauseating group of girls who swanned about the school corridors, as though they were the very paragons of female perfection) ever call you hurtful names? If so, you have my complete empathy. You are among friends here.

This is where we (safely) get our own back. It’s Wednesday and time to misinterpret another Old Master – without his knowledge of course – mainly because he is innocently decomposing “in a corner of a foreign field that might never be England” [with apologies to Rupert Brooke]

I've heard they taste like chicken - but we're not doing the stirfry until you've peeled 'em.

I’ve heard they taste like chicken – but we’re not doing the stirfry until you’ve peeled ’em.

In case, dear reader, you fear that no more sensible posts will appear let me assuage those fears….. No sensible posts have EVER appeared on this blog. I’m joking of course.

Much scribbling, drivelling and editing of photos have been going on behind the scenes of late. We are continuing to document our travels in between attempting to earn a living. These posts (and other profundities) will be posted in the fullness of time.

Thank you for your patience.

About Freud Fission Chips

Despite the banality of the name, FFC has led an intensely varied life. Grateful for surviving almost three years as a 'troepie' (soldier for non-South African Readers) in the Angolan war, he determined to wring as much out of life as possible. Currently providing Business Analysis services, trading on the stock market and developing web pages to pay the bills, FFC also dabbles in wildlife, landscape and people photography, writing, and far too many interests for his own good. He has also travelled extensively in southern Africa (working on the sound theory that a moving target is more dificult to hit). These peregrinations also include over 1500kms on foot through some of the worlds most spectacular scenery. It hasn't all been plain sailing, beer and skittles, and endless beds of roses... Chief amongst the prerequisites for surviving Africa, with its mind-bending characteristics, is an appropriate sense of humour.... So, for now, he will be recounting the amusing among the annoying, the frustrating wrapped in the funny and extracting the mirth from the melancholy... Oh yes, there might be some alliteration too.
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