G’deavens hey, 52 weeks of maligning and misinterpreting the Old Masters. Are we tired of it? Do we feel remotely sorry for these individuals who probably did little else with their lives except splosh a bit of paint here and there on some canvas, cut off the odd ear and possibly consume injudicious quantities of absinthe? Do we want to do anything else on a Wednesday? [well, ok if you must. But be quick about it]. Are the Od Masters showing any signs of remorse?
Not on your Nellie! [This blogger wishes to urgently contact ‘Ms Nellie Duff’ in order to interview her regarding consequences and inconveniences caused by the abovementioned idiom. The author feels she might benefit from participation in these artistic proceedings]
No, we’re carrying right on with it and galumphing, rough shod, into the next 52 weeks, with navvy boots to boot [See what I did just there? Clever play on the word ‘boot’…. No it’s not – it’s just clumsy – Mrs Chips]
Anyway, today we give old Batoni a thorough ‘seeing to’…No wait, that came out wrong…. You know what I mean though, don’t you?