The Old Masters – re-interpreted 100

A century, not out eh? Your humble bloggist here at The Institute wishes to thank all those Dear Readers who have determinedly and in good blind faith, visited this blog for at least 100 weeks, in the vain hope of finding within, something worthwhile, or even remotely amusing.

To show my appreciation and to celebrate this auspicious event, you are invited to put the gloves on, limber up and don your ridiculous boxing attire, for this week we will lambaste not one, but three Old Masters: Edgar Degas, Jan van Bijlert and Jean-Louis André Théodore Géricault  – in that order.

If she tells us ONE more time about her performance with Nureyev Ill scream

If she tells us ONE more time about her performance with Nureyev I’ll scream

Anyone know where the WD40 is?

A rusty suit of armor is funny, is it? Shut up and go and find the WD40.

I said WAIT for my command!!! The next person to poke my horse's behind gets court martialled.

I said WAIT for my command!!! The next person to poke my horse’s behind gets court martialled.


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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