The Old Masters – re-interpreted 102

Greetings and a hearty welcome Dear Visitor. If you glance at the black section above these words, you will see several categories of writings. Clicking on them will reveal many more words; all handpicked and carefully arranged to cover a wide range of subjects. There is some travel writing, some recipes and a miscellany of other drivel to amuse the discerning visitor during an idle lunch time. If, however, you’re visiting for the first time today, you will see our weekly manifestations of a fine tradition of Alternative Art Interpretation. It is here where the Regular Reader (I mean he visits the site regularly – I have no knowledge of his bowel movements) sheds his mantle of moral rectitude and sets about wrecking the reputation of the Old Masters with more appropriate captions. This week we return to Botticelli.

There there dear. I'm not turning down your marriage proposal because I don't want to be saddled with the village's Centaur of Attention, but if you're the horse's head - I don't want to be known as the other half.

There there dear. I’m not turning down your marriage proposal because I don’t want to be saddled with the village’s Centaur of Attention, but if you’re the horse’s head – I don’t want to be known as the other half.


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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2 Responses to The Old Masters – re-interpreted 102

  1. James Routledge says:

    Hey Aspirant Kiwi Person!

    I don’t see a quip attached to this pic. Am I doing it wrong?

    Yours sincerely Little Jeem.

  2. Hallo Leetle Jee-eeem.

    Nope, you’re doing nuttiin’ wrong lad. There was a wee glitch with the foolish operator of this blog. I entered the caption in the wrong box. I has now been fix-ed and the lame caption can now be groaned at in the normal fashion.

    Humbule topologies
    Lor Ned Sea-Crune

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