Art for Art’s Sake
Not one life vest, not one responsible adult.Call the Social!
One of the Enid Blytonesque things The Flying Martinis do of a week is Family Night (TM). Oh, hang on…I think I just heard the sound of my “Mommy Blogger” blacklisting being revoked! Quick, let’s bake some cakes and photograph them too.
Actually to call our family night Enid Blytonesque is rather ridiculous. In the work of Enid Blyton I seem to remember that kids ran amok solving mysteries without a shred of parental guidance, or were, indeed, packed off to boarding school to be brought up by complete strangers wearing pince-nez and big cloaks. There was never much of a family involved in anything Blyton’s Famous Five or Secret Seven ever did. In fact, they always seemed to rely on goodly yet childless farmer’s wives to take pity on them and replenish them with cakes and sandwiches and lashings of ginger beer. Really, it’s time we re-evaluated the work of Blyton; her tales are clearly of neglected latchkey children.
Essay question: Enid Blyton could be described as aTwentieth Century Dickens but with jam and cakes. Discuss.
Anyway, as you may remember a while back it was Junior Misssy’s turn to dictate what we did on Family Night- we went to the school playground to mess about on bikes, rectify wanton vandalism and listen to other kids swearing at each other. Good clean fun with an edge of gritty realism.
The next week, we had a Mario Kart competition on the Wii, at Indy’s request, in which I played like a big Jessie. Indy and his best friend, Socks, were so concerned for my ego that they would cover the screen when my score came up. I was like Norway in the Eurovision Song Contest. So much so that I wanted to change my Kart to resemble a Viking Longboat.
So onto the actual bona fide reason for this post; it was my turn to choose what we did last week, and I turned the twee factor up to eleven. I made us all paint a portrait of Sonny the Black Menace.
I wish to showcase the results*:
Meeester channels Warhol
Indy channels Hieronymous Bosch
Junior Misssy channels Picasso
Misssy channels Van Gogh
(there’s a second one with one floppy ear missing)
And if you think that’s some quality wholesome family entertainment right there, then wait til you hear what Meeester has got planned. In true Partridge Family style; this Family Night Meeester is going to get us to record a song. Talk about twee with a capital Twuh! I feel like Julie Andrews.
God help you all, gentle readers! (Any requests?)
Our sleeping muse
*Mainly because I’m not well, and light on blogging ideas for this week due to a mind-numbing cocktail of over the counter drugs that is rendering me incapable of doing the simplest things. Picture Jack Nicholson in One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest after the lobotomy, but with a better hair line. Apologies for below par posting, I’m half a person right now.
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