With only a few hours to go before the male of the species begins his Christmas shopping, we know this to be an extremely stressful time; a time when tempers and overdrafts are tested to the extreme; because for many, the Tide of Yule is all and only about tinsel and trees; feasting and families; an alcoholiday – if you will – to anaesthetise one from that uncomfortable nagging knowledge that, long after one’s liver has recovered, one’s credit card will still be hurting from the extravagance of buying mostly useless tat for people who won’t appreciate it.
For those dear folk suffering such dire impoverishment, we spare a thought….
We at the Institute, make bold to offer some sage wisdom [we had a bit left over from the chicken stuffing, so we thought why waste it – FFC]. Avoid the unpleasant consequences of swearing at a smarmy shop assistant (as depicted in the painting below) or using a blunt instrument to bludgeon a mean-spirited motorist. Get the shopping over and done with and return to the comfort and safety of your home – THEN you can smite a dead artist to your heart’s content; Jean Béraud for example.