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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.

The Old Masters – re-interpreted 181

Joust a song at twilight….

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So what I’ve been during November 2016?

In a rare departure from normal services, in which this your Humble Writer pontificates on the questionable merits of reinterpretations of the Old Masters, waxes lyrical on our travels or peregrinations in general, shares epicurean delights in the form of … Continue reading

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The Old Masters – re-interpreted 180

As marks go, this one is definitely a miss this week; because Wednesday managed to slip got out before we were able to sullied it with our Old Masters. No matter, the dead will keep, so there’s time to get … Continue reading

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The Old Masters – re-interpreted 179

Well that’s just not acceptable! Two weeks absence without a word; without so much as a by your leave! Leaving no one at the FFC helm while you, Dear Reader,  worry yourself sick – you are looking a tad peaky … Continue reading

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The Old Masters – re-interpreted 178

Do you discern a certain frisson of excitement in the room? Do you have butterflies? Are your hands all a-tremble above the keyboard? Is your ‘art all throbbing? Of course, it’s only natural. It’s Weddersday and it’s that time of … Continue reading

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The Old Masters – re-interpreted 177

What ho! Good visitors. Yet again we find ourselves in skin-of-teeth territory submitting the post while it is still Wednesday. This week heaval has been definitely in the upward direction and we at the Institute have had our work cut … Continue reading

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The Old Masters – re-interpreted 176

Greetings once again all those with a bent for re-interpreting Ye Masters of Olde; we who with a stroke of an irreverent caption, attempt to undo what those yester-painters did with a thousand strokes of a brush. You’re quite safe … Continue reading

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