A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Monday, December 19, 2005

You Can't POSSIBLY Let That Man Paint OUR Queen.......!!!!


Why the fuck not?

I awoke this morning with the radio blaring away like a bastard in the kitchen. My folks leave the blasted thing on just to annoy me, i'm sure of it. Anyway, I abhor noise in the morning, so it get's turned off immediately. Thing is, it was louder than usual today, mainly because there was some berk who obviously had no idea of how to modulate his voice flapping his gums about how awful it was that Rolf Harris was painting the Queen.

Needless to say I turned it off and had my shower. As the day wore on though, it started to bug me. Just what the hell is wrong with Rolf painting the Queen? If anyone should have painted the Queen by now, it's Rolf. Ok, so he may well be an ordinary painter but hells teeth, he's just painting a picture of a rather dull woman who more often or not looks a bit constipated. Surely capturing HRH at her egg-bound best can't be the hardest thing he's ever had to do. Going on some of the truly shite portraits she's had done in the past, I reckon he can't fail.

This snobbery seems to be the same garbage that gets flung Jack Vettriano's way. "How dare you call yourself an ARTIST you self taught troglodyte"

To read some of the garbage spouted about this, you'd think the guy could barely hold a paintbrush. I think these adequately prove that whilst the man is no master painter by any stretch of the imagination, he's more than capable of knocking up a decent sketch of the old trout.

As a wise man once said, Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke...................