The Old Masters – re-interpreted 126

The blood on that patch of green that will be forever (or at least the foreseeable future)  Twickenham is barely dry, the victors have returned with the crockery and the Brits are still wondering what happened.

For us though, life is much harder. We small band of brothers* cannot boast of adoring fans. No one pays us obscene amounts of money for our athleticism and there is a lamentable dearth of sponsorship from the manufacturers of beer and pizza. Well, anyone actually.

*The word ‘brother’, of course, includes both genders – we might be a lot of things; but sexist is not one of them.

But not for one nano-second will we allow that to deter us. We shall continue to wreak mischief and mayhem upon the intentions of the Old Masters. We shall continue, without acclaim, without reward – and quite possibly without a laugh also. No matter, today it’s Fans van Mieris’ (the Elder) turn. However, fear not – we’ll get around to the whole family in the fullness of time.

Bound for Adventure on hiking rations:  Just how much of this blasted Syrup of Figs do you have to take to take anyway?

Bound for Adventure on hiking rations:
Just how much of this blasted Syrup of Figs do you have to take to take anyway?

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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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