The Old Masters – re-interpreted 65

Wednesday greetings fellow netizen. If this is your first visit to this blog, please feel  most welcome and feel free to join in with our fine old tradition of beating a poor painter senseless. No, not a real one, of course. We’d never do that – they might fight back. No, every week about this time, we take a lighthearted look at the Masters of Old and add an interpretation to their works of art. This week, to prove that we don’t discriminate, we’re picking on someone we don’t even know… You might know him/her, and if so, do let us know…. [answers on a postcard]…. It won’t matter a jot, but it’ll make us sound intelligent.

Today’s caption is probably as old as the painting itself – but was too appropriate to ignore….


“Excuse me sir. Do you know your flies are open?”                               “No lass. But if you whistle a few bars, I’m sure I’ll pick it up.”

PS – if you want to read the other 64 misinterpretations, simply click on “A Pain in the Arts” in the black menu box above.



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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