Monday, May 09, 2005
Memories of the Big Red Hoarse
I wis in Jenners yistirday for ma weekly messages, when, oan the stairs between Lingerie and Lighting, I noticed the above painting.
It brought the memories floodin back that auld iron rocking hoarse doon it the swings ower the shore this wis taken awa years ago when a bairn goat her fingers trapped in it - mind it? Did we huv anither name fur it? I canny mind.
I wis tempted ti buy this canvas, the brushstrokes and perspective were outstanding.
Pity I didny huv a spare £250 quid in ma poakit.
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This picture wid look braw in the office of an esteemed Elected Member - kin ye no wangle it oan ur expenses?
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