The Old Masters – re-interpreted 98

Humpday again. That’s the middle of the week for any new readers, and has nothing to do with anything else (quiet, that foul boy in the back). From here it’s downhill to that most pleasing of times – Friday afternoon.

If you’re a regular around here (if not, why not?) you will know that on a Wednesday we lift our consciousnesses from the drudgery of our workaday world and contemplate the efforts of an Old Master. Of course this is nothing but posh chat for putting a disrespectful caption under a painting, thereby adding infinite value to the art world.

I don’t know who is responsible for creating today’s objet d’art – I just know the bloke who did the caption.

The weekly charade-o-gram brought welcome news to Mrs Smith from her husband at the front - as well as attracting a herd of inquisitive neighbours.

The weekly charade-o-gram brought welcome news to Mrs Smith from her husband at the front – as well as attracting a herd of detestably inquisitive neighbours.


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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