The Old Masters – re-interpreted 40

The Big Four Oh, eh? No, there’s nothing big about it, and there’s absolutely no necessity to depart from our normal method of announcing that it is simply our fortieth attempt to speak ill of the decomposing Old Masters; and to besmear their good intentions.

Today, it’s Rembrant Harmenszoon van Rijn’s turn again; simply because his parents were called “Neeltgen Willemsdochter van Zuytbrouck” and “Harmen Gerritszoon van Rijn” – which easier said than done, I can tell you. Why they couldn’t be called Dave and Sue – really!

Rembrandt captures an intimate moment when Mariazoon swears by all that is above and below earth (including her mysteriously effervescent shoes) that she will NEVER touch another drop of Absenthe. Her teetotalling husband looks on with unadulterated cynicism (a double, on the rocks).

Rembrandt captures an intimate moment when Mariazoon (why not, it’s all the rage, apparently)  swears by all that is above and below earth (including her mysteriously effervescent shoes) that she will NEVER again touch another drop of Absenthe. Her teetotalling husband looks on with unadulterated cynicism (a double, on the rocks).

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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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