The Old Masters – re-interpreted 169

And a merry, light ‘arted’ greeting to you on this, the eve of the first calendar day of spring. Yes indeed. ‘Tis the season when life itself seems to burst forth from the winter-dead foliage; when the fresh fecundity of the green meadows feeds gambolling lambs and clumsy calves. It’s a time when young swains’ thoughts turn to maidens, young maidens’ thoughts turn to love and their fathers turn to drink.

We, on the other hand, do not let inconsequentialities such as the the changing of the seasons detract us from shattering the decomposing remnants of an Old Master’s reputation. It’s Vittorio Reggianini’s turn over the barrell today.

vittorio_reggianini - Thank you Gerald. My fault entirely. I should have asked for the meaning of the word halitosis BEFORE the garlic soup.

I’m sorry Gerald. Yes, you’re all very Pride-and-Prejudice and yes, I did swoon a little and go weak at the knees. But one does not make a proposal of marriage after the garlic soup!

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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