Looking fierce girlfriend…..
Girlfriend, embrace your naked bad self (or words to that effect)...
You’ll appreciate it when you’re older’.
The parents way of saying ‘shut the fuck up you ungrateful,
snivelling, expensive uncultured teenage neanderthal. Look at this work of unparalleled beauty I have paid 15 euros for you to turn your nose up at, you will appreciate it. I don’t care if you’d rather be mutilating your friends on Xbox, soak up some of Van Gogh’s genius and stop moaning before I send you to boarding school for some peace and ruddy quiet!’ Or words to that effect…
I find art galleries fascinating spots.
I have a genuine love of art and although I know little about it, I love spending hours wandering round galleries. Odd as it may seem, I seem to spend almost as much time people watching as I do appreciating that which the artists have taken great care (usually) to produce…
Kids are usually bored and dragging their feet; testing their weary parents patience from exhibit to exhibit. Tourists may be there as they feel they should be (it says so on pg 83 of ‘the book’), young lovers coo and caress, pondering all the while if the other is as bored as they are. All watched over by the staff, silently policing idiots with cameras as everyone dutifully shuffles room to room.
My favourite breed has to be the true art lover. He or she can usually found lost in a moment, stood gawping in awe spending more time at a single piece than it takes most folk to speed round 30 of Van Gogh’s finest. Think kaftan, and we’re half way there.
A brilliant people watching spot. And in my experience, a great ground to find a mate, should you go a-hunting with your eyes open.
C’mon, let’s face it, if they’re there on their own in such a cultural hot spot, dressed to kill, possess furious deep, dark pools for eyes (complemented by the look that says tortured poets soul wrestling away inside), and free of a Friday afternoon, then the odds must surely be good. N’est pas?
Iain’s loving a bit of Gogh action in the ‘dam. And that’ll be Van, not Gok, obviously…
