The Old Masters – re-interpreted 82

As the sun begins it’s final descent on the 2014 horizon and my Dear Readers in the far east lie peacefully abed or are celebrating the arrival of the New Year, we pause momentarily to reflect…… NO WE DON’T.

We art ignorami (that’s ignoramuses for the rest of you) are hard at work misinterpreting and maligning the venerable deeds of the Old Masters; and on this New Years Eve the supercomputer here at the Institute has randomly selected a bloke called Francesco Solimena (1657 to 1747)….

As usual, the neighbours' New Year Party gets out of hand and the constabulary are called in to remove those brainless idiots who can't tell when enough is enough.  Last to leave was the group of feckless revellers who were so busy smoking, snorting or injecting stuff that they were literally as high as kites and had to be coaxed down with threats and a large fishing net.

As usual, the neighbours’ New Year Party gets out of hand and the constabulary are called in to remove those brainless idiots who can’t tell when enough is enough. Last to leave was the group of feckless revellers who were so busy smoking, snorting or injecting stuff that they were literally as high as kites and had to be coaxed down with threats and a large fishing net.

When you’ve finished reeling with laughter, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose, permit me to sincerely wish you all a New Year that is a vast improvement on 2014 in every way possible.  May each and every one of you experience love, safety, health, contentment and a peace that passes all understanding.

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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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