Your Christmas bonus – The Old Masters – re-interpreted 32

My dear Reader, 2013 is almost history and we simply cannot let the year slip away without a final assault on some unwitting Old Master. I hope you’re all limbered up, because today we get stuck into Rembrandt (I mean, who names his son Harmenszoon van Rijnm for goodness sake) and Sir Peter Paul Rubens.

You're not going to believe this.  The silly buggers got the plans mixed up and built the lighthouse in a field 20 miles away.

Windmill on the coastline.? You’re not going to believe this. The silly buggers got the plans mixed up and built the lighthouse in a field 20 miles away.

Where's that confounded estate agent?  "Cute 'n Cottagy, needing a little TLC." she said. Well, we've walked miles for this. She'll need TLC when I've finished with her.

Where’s that confounded estate agent?
“Cute ‘n Cottagy, needing a little TLC.” she said.
Well, we’ve walked miles for this. She’ll need TLC when I’ve finished with her.

 

 

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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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