The Old Masters – re-interpreted 132

Is the cacophonic hubbub of festive shoppers causing your head to spin? Are the surging tides of the crowds in malls and on pavements playing havoc with your blood pressure? Does the scene of yet another petulant delinquent causing destructive mayhem in the aisles, and cooed over by its indulgent milquetoast parent, giving rise to decidedly uncharitable fantasies involving wooden spoons or worse? Is your capacity for tolerance for your fellow human, being tested to the very limits by the mindless meanderings of retail retards who oughtn’t to be trusted with eating utensils let alone a shopping trolley or, heaven forbid, a motor vehicle?

If so, you’re in the very best of company. We feel your pain. However, we at the Institute eschew the chemical control of emotions in favour of the considerably more effective (and satisfying) action of putting the boot into the tender parts of an Old Master’s talent. This week you can bash a Boucher, as it were; Francois Boucher to be precise.

Boucher_toilette_1742 - I have a ladder in these stockings - for that price what did you expect - an escalator

Mavis: “Oh dear! I have a ladder in these stockings.” Ethel: “For that price, what did you expect; an escalator?”


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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