Only one place to begin this week …
And that’s in the Sanctuary of the Mercy Church in Zaragosa, Spain.
Yes, childish, I know, but I can’t stop giggling at the fresco ruined by the 80-year-old woman who thought she was helping by attempting to touch up the image of Christ which has been on the wall of the church over 120 years.
Poor old Christ, he once looked like this …
But damp attacking the plaster, rendered him like this …
Enter Cecilia Giménez and her box of acrylic paints. She thought she’d save the church the bother of forking out to restore it by doing the job herself. However, things got a little out of hand and Christ now looks like this …
I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It’s probably a truer interpretation of Christ than the usual inaccurate westernised image we see everywhere. What do you reckon, post modernist or impressionism?
I’m certain the Sanctuary of the Mercy Church will survive this one. I’m not so sure about Cecilia Giménez, though. With all the furore over this, she looks like she needs a little sanctuary, herself but there doesn’t seem to be much mercy shown by this church. Poor Cecilia, she’s now having to run the gauntlet of hate and she was only trying to help. She’s in her 80s. Leave the woman alone before she has a heart attack.
Is Richard III buried under a car park in Leicester?
Do we bloody well care? What the hell is the point of this? It’s taken over 500 years for scholars to come up with the theory that he was taken to a Friary where the Greyfriars Car Park now stands. So what if he was buried there. You going to dig the whole lot up just to prove a point? It ain’t going to bring him back to life so if you want to find out if he really did kill the princes in the tower, you’re not going to find out this way.
Leave him be. It’s bad enough trying to find a parking space in Leicester without ruining a perfectly good car park just to do a bit of grave robbing.
That’s right, Richard. You stay hidden in a car park, or some 80-year-old woman will come along and paint a hump on your back.
Meanwhile, talking of Cecilia Giménez …
Our little old dear escapes the limelight in Zaragosa by taking a trip to Norway and visiting the National Gallery, there.
Shall I scream or will you?
So … what’s the Royal Knob been up to this week?
Now from previous posts, you may have gathered I am not a huge royalist but all this fuss about Harry being photographed unclothed is pathetic.
I mean … Do we really care? And if we do, then there must be little else in our sad lives if this is of public interest.
So Harry is naked. We all are at some point of the day. Also, he was romping with some lass. Big deal.
Sleazy paper, The Sun, decided it was their duty to splash the pic on the front cover the other day. That was after posting a fake version in their previous edition.
There you go. The two side by side. Obviously a mock-up wasn’t enough so they had to come all moral obligation on us. And just to avoid any legal comeback, they explain in very big letters, that people have already seen it on the internet, anyway.
The Sun, News International and all you other Murdoch slimeballs … go and crawl under a stone.
And on the next stage of Cecilia’s road trip …
She takes a trip to The Hauge and the Mauritshuisg Gallery.
Girl with the Very Tacky Earring?
Pot Kettle Black – Iain Duncan Smith
Tory twit – Iain Duncan Smith, this week spouted more of his bullshit when he claimed the BBC were biased against the Conservative party. He says the corporation portrays the news in a gloomy way and it makes his party look bad when all they are trying to do, is make the country better.
No. The BBC don’t make the Conservatives look bad, the politicians make a good job of doing that themselves.
Iain Duncan Smith goes on to say the BBC economics editor had peed over the Tories.
Hmmm … Makes a change from the Tories peeing over the rest of the country.
Shit … Cecilia’s reached Paris now.
Oh No. Poor Mona. Leonardo will be livid.
Can’t see the App-eal, myself.
Two new apps (see … look how with it I am in terms of technology) are being launched soon.
The first will tell your sat-nav, when exactly traffic lights are about to change so you can adjust your speed accordingly. The selling point is, you will never be held up by traffic lights again.
WTF? Yes you will. Whatever speed you go, you’re still not going to get across those lights any quicker, so what’s the point? Also, if you reduce to 5mph and drive like Miss Daisy, I give it two minutes before some plonker doesn’t realise you’re going that slow and rams into the back of you. Ridiculous.
The second device is a text speak translator. Now some might think this a GR8 but I don’t. Instead of a device to get you to understand what it is teenagers are talking about, how about one that lets you understand teenagers – in general.
OMG! OMG! Cecilia’s in New York.
Surely she wouldn’t … Not Starry Night?
Noooooooo! She’s given it cloud cover.
Cecelia. Go back to Zaragosa. All is forgiven. They want you to have another go at Jesus.
Cheers.
Nick
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Nice pictures Nick. I am being careful today with pictures, a few bloggers have received demands for money and legal threats for infringing copyrights on pictures. My one and only guest writer used a picture from a library that has free images, but I can’t find it and I’m not taking the risk that it’s a premium image. I’m quite into art these days and I do like the one of the girl with the pearl earring, I’d like to get into Scarlett Johansson who played her in the film too.
They say that Price Harry with his 12 inches would make a great ruler…
The best Tweet this week was about the education minister who someone said couldn’t pass a rectal examination! I think the GCSE’s are easier than the GCE’s when I was at school, mainly because they’re no longer in a code that only examiners can understand. We used to have to read the question, God knows how many times, to make any sense of it a all. At least the pass rate was fixed at 40% though, it seems variable on a whim these days.
I haven’t come across many local bloggers. There’s you, Brownhills Bob, the Vicar’s wife at West Brom, one from Bilston, then Plastic Hippo and a few politicians but they don’t really count… I would like to get more guest bloggers on a zillion ideas who are local. I do hope to have more writers soon, someone has to put the Black Country on the map! 🙂
I agree on the exams. You just seem to have to sign your name to get an O-Level these days.
I haven’t come across the vicar’s wife blog. As I’m an atheist, probably best not.
Yu had somefun with this oone, didn’t you? I agree, leave the lady alone, she WAS just trying to help!
What do you mean “I had fun?” 🙂 It was the old lady … I promise.
Sunday smiles nick another witty sunday roasting always a pleasure and a giggle to come by and read you 🙂
Always glad you can stop by.
Great pictures. I wasn’t aware of the story behind the excellent picture that’s been going round Twitter today, it shows the three images you did plus a pose from Fozzy Bear (incidentally, there is more evidence for the existence of that muppet than for jebus – not that it matters either way).
I’m particulary impressed to see the calibre of pictures is on a par with the displays at Walsall Art Gallery.
Keep up the good work Ol’ Son.
Hey … What’s wrong with Walsall Art Gallery?
Oh my goodness…. That sure is a fun blog! Poor Cecilia… She meant well enough.
Glad you could stop by.
Nick
Tasty roast, from start to finish…….
Glad you enjoyed.
I’m avoiding all this ‘news’ pretty successfully. I caught part of the SOLDIER GETS NAKED SHOCKER and thought ‘meh’. I guess it will shift a load of papers to outraged people who don’t want to see that kind of thing, though!
Yes, people like to be outraged.
A couple of observations:
1) I never knew the BBC was such a monster over the pond. Here in Canada, we have the exact same argument, offered by the Conservative Party against the national TV service called CBC. It’s a conspiracy I tell ya!
2) Back before they had smartphones or apps or any of that other nonsense, I lived in a little burb called Oshawa. Late at night in Oshawa, there generally were no cars on the road at a certain time of night. Say, right after the shift ended at 2:30 a.m. at the local factory. The lights were all timed, for my ride home, only they were timed for traffic travelling in the *other* direction. So I’d gun the heck out of my red Camaro and race to each light hoping to catch it before it turned red. Never got a single ticket ouf of the deal all those times either – which either speaks to the fact that a speed-demon angel was watching over me, or the local constabulary were too push playing Mario Bros’ in one of the many late night coffee shops.
Instead of “push” read “busy” (Sorry: momentary brain fart combined with overactive auto-correct).
I don’t think the BBC are like that, just the Tory party think so.
Our speed cameras here are put in stupid places designed to catch you out.
Hahaha…oh my goodness! My first thought when I originally saw the masterpiece that Cecilia created, was “that looks a lot like The Scream” .. and then I read your post. Fantastic! This is a great post by the way. I really enjoyed reading.
Thatnks for stopping by. I still think Cecilia improved on the original.
I am totally with you on that thought!