Apologies all round for being a tad late Dear Reader. This inconvenient thing called life managed to get in the way for a few hours.
So without any further delay, let us get on with the task of maligning the fine reputations of the Old Masters. Today we sneak up on Henri Rousseau…
The Bare Bear Trap. Goldilocks objects to being used as bait and determines to replace the boyfriend forthwith.
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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.
Freud Fission Chips 