The Old Masters – re-interpreted 70

Three score posts and ten, eh? Will this spell the demise of our weekly misinterpretation and defamation of the Old Masters? Ow Contraire mon Ammie (your actual French…. who said this was a low class blog? – Me – Mrs Chips). Fortunately those chaps (and the odd gal) kept themselves quite busy with their brushes and hammers and things; thus providing us serious art scholars (mad cackle) with enough ammunition to last several more years.

Last Monday a few years back (well, 263, to be precise) a bloke called Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio was born in Italy (with a name like that – you can be sure it wasn’t Brakpan in the Transvaal) in 1751. But did anyone wish him happy birthday on Facebook? Thought not. So let’s put the boot in while he’s feeling sore about that.

NOTE: This Michelangelo is not the same bloke who grafitti-ed up the Sistine Chapel hey. That’s a completely different other bloke – altogether [altogether now: “That’s a completely different other bloke”]. See, this blog can be fun if you keep an open mind (To help you with that: see next week – a blog on DIY trepanning)

In the image below, this is what is known in the trade as telling a swain his fortune.

"Ah yes. I see many bees in your futuer. Bees and travel." "Bees and Travel?" "Yes. Buzz off. I'm not going on a date with you."

“Ah yes. I see many bees in your future. Bees and travel.”
“Bees and Travel”
“Yes. Buzz off. I’m not going on a date with you.”

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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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