The Old Masters – re-interpreted 56

As the 2014 FIFA World Cup fever grips the population,  fans the world over are cheering and jeering, bets are won and lost, referees are hung out to dry and Hollywood talent scouts for over-actors are scouring the penalty boxes throughout venues in the Carnival Country of the world;  we few, we happy few, are diligently applying our minds to misinterpreting the honourable intentions of the Old Masters.

This week it is the turn of Fransiz Ihtilali so, despite his Armenian heritage and in keeping with our fine tradition of misinterpretation and malignment, the caption must be read in a ridiculously thick French accent (provided you can find a ridiculously thick French person from which to copy it).

Carnival atmosphere in Rio? My French foot!!! Never again Claude will ah bare my emotions at your silly futeboll games. Zis soccer fanaticism is going to far.

Carnival atmosphere in Rio? My derrière!!! Sacré bleu, but zese Equadorians drink worse zan ze Pommes!!
Never again Claude will ah bare my emotions at your silly leetle futeboll games. Zis soccer fanaticism is going too far.


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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