The Old Masters – re-interpreted 52

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?

I don't care how much you want to pay me - you're not getting my laundry for your stupid Rinso TV advert

I don’t care how much you want to pay me – you’re not getting my laundry for your stupid Rinso TV advert

 

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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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