The Old Masters – re-interpreted 69

The 24th of September is a public holiday here in darkest Africa; formally known as Heritage Day. To many, it is a day when rallies are held in various stadia around the country; generally accompanied by the consumption of food and drink and entertainment by local bands and celebrities – not forgetting the not-so-subtle influence of the Party Leadership dispensing slogans, promises and propaganda.

To another sizeable section of the South African population, today is unofficially known as “National Braai Day” – celebrating our incredibly diverse spectrum of cultures – and during which fires are lit, food is ‘braai-ed’ or roasted over the coals (generally meat, but it can be fish or vegetables – as dictated by our modern society), and in most instances alcoholic beverages are consumed in prodigious quantities.

Yours Truly did not elect to attend a rally – don’t be silly.

For the uninitiated, a ‘braai’ is Afrikaans for ‘barbeque’. However, the word has insinuated itself into virtually all eleven official languages (yes folks, we’re not satisfied with one or two official languages; having eleven allows our government to miscommunicate, misdirect and misinform the population eleven times more effectively than when we only had two – but I digress).

As it is Wednesday, and time to pummel an Old Master – I thought we’d stick with the theme of the public holiday. Today’s victim is a Dutch painter called Van der Heyden.

National Braai Day at Boksburg Lake: There were amazing scenes today at Boksburg Lake when Gert van der Merwe decided to throw a couple of roof trusses onto his braai fire. The local fire brigade rushed to the scene and managed to cook 4kg of boerewors, half a sheep and 2 dozen roosterkoeke before getting the fire under control.

National Braai Day at Boksburg Lake: There were amazing scenes today at Boksburg Lake when Gert van der Merwe decided to throw a couple of roof trusses onto his braai fire. The local fire brigade rushed to the scene and managed to cook 4kg of boerewors, half a sheep and 2 dozen roosterkoeke before getting the fire under control.

 

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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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