The Old Masters – re-interpreted 43

Happy Humpday everyone! For the uninitiated, Humpday refers to the middle of the working week, and has absolutely nothing to do with Notre Dame or questionable sexual practices.

If you’ve just landed on this web page, it’s probably by mistake; but welcome anyway. Wednesday is when we art bullies grab an Old Master by the scruff of his neck and beat his reputation about a bit – to determine the REAL interpretation of his/her work of art.

Life and soul of the party, my foot!! I'm not surprised you don't remember anything about it... You twisted your ankle tap dancing on the table, threw up all over your new dress and Dad insists you replace his bottles of Absenthe... Painting by Frederic Bazille

Life and soul of the party, my foot!! I’m not surprised you don’t remember anything about it… You twisted your ankle tap dancing on the table, threw up all over your new dress and Dad insists you replace his bottles of Absenthe… Painting by Frederic Bazille

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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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3 Responses to The Old Masters – re-interpreted 43

  1. mikesteeden says:

    Crikey that’s the last pair of trainers I buy that have been made in Bangladeshi sweat shop for two bob and a toffee apple I can tell!

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