The Old Masters – re-interpreted 128

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.

Napoleon Josephine and princesses - showing that Botox parties are nothing new

Yes Josephine, we ARE all smiling. Whose damn-fool idea was it to have a Botox party on the same day as the photoshoot 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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