The Old Masters – re-interpreted 153

The kindly WordPress computer reminded me that, as of yesterday the 10th of May, I had been blogging for six years – the first being found wrinkled, faded and  yellowed with age (pretty much like the author of this blog), here. So for six whole, excruciating years you, my Dear Reader, have visited this page with nary a thought to your personal safety – or reputation. For 312 weeks and 288 posts you’ve faithfully returned to subject yourself to the scribblings of a totally insignificant little wannabe writer….What on earth were you thinking?

To celebrate this suspicious occasion (thank you Mrs Malaprop – Ed), I shall take great pleasure…. but first, let us once  again assail the reputation of an Old Master who is dead and therefore cannot defend himself. To add insult to his injuries – the bloke’s name is Nicolaes Eliaszoon Pickenoy.

Nicolaes Eliasz -  Pickenoy - That awkward moment when

The moment after Lady Godiva had burst into the room demanding to become a Musketeer as well.


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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