I think it pertinent to add here that this event was held in the darkened back street of a country town on a wet and windy night. I'm kinda interested exactly who they thought was going to see them and what it was they feared people might think of them; that they were crazy (remember- psychic night), silly (psychic night), out of touch with reality (psychic night), or any myriad of whacked out things?
So in celebration, I have just this minute decided to start a category/competition for those Dressed for the Occasion. I will enter this guy as the very first- now he knows how to dress appropriately (he was clearly on his way to a sauna nig

Obviously, this guy has set the starting bar extremely high so pretenders need not apply.
I will say though, that Henri Regnault (1843-1871) is a magnificent painter and how he managed to capture all this before the horse had completed it's rear...well what can I say other than, I take my winning psychic hat off to him.
I'd like to submit the everlovin'. Who, clad in underpants and skin, was a modern day version of 'sauna night' guy (if you substitute rearing horses for you, me, curtainman and chinese food and 'curtainmans birthday' for 'sauna night')
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, or rather fortunately, I didn't get a piccy of that. Besides which, my eyesight has been deteriorating ever since and so I probably wouldn't be able to see it anyways.
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