Amidst the death and destruction and the sorrow and insanity that is sweeping across this planet of ours, we custodians of calm shall shine as welcoming beacons in the tempest, a brandy in a blizzard if you will, or a drop of port in a storm. [I think my metaphors are getting out of hand here – FFC].
But seriously, we shall retain some sort of order by our weekly irreverent misinterpretation of a famous painter. In a dark alley just off the Information Superhighway I happened upon an artist cowering among the wheelie bins. Jacques Louis David, his name is… You know what to do.