Friday, June 15

Art theft ...

... Many, many years ago Mr Brown, my sister, her husband, my mum and I think even my brother, and I dined at a rather nice restaurant in Canberra. My sister and I had a little, no, a lot, too much to drink.
We both admired a nice little painting that hung on the wall in the hall area outside the ladies loos. At the end of the evening, drunken spur of the moment, my sister removed said painting from the wall and stuffed it up my jumper, under by bulky winter coat. We left the establishment. Mr Brown noticed something was up, stifled giggles I suspect. He discovered the painting and refused to leave the car park until the painting was returned. We managed to put it back without getting caught.
Nowadays I attend the Art Gallery of NSW every Wednesday evening for a lecture on the Renaissance and a little culture vulturing.
So, when THIS turned up on the news last night, Mr Brown turned to me and fixed me with a stern glare - “Do you have anything to do with this?” he asked.

4 comments:

Roo said...

Aha - I think I may have spotted how it was done...It was only screwed to the wall?? Look out for a school kid with a Swiss army knife is my advice ;o)

I do have a number of beer glasses that I count as fair game, although Peter did frown ( a lot) when we turned up with a set of six one night...

e said...

I am very entertained by the attempted theft, and kudos to Mr. Brown for keeping y'all on the straight and narrow. Well, did you have anything to do with it?

Roo said...

Excellent - I've never been called a bunch before ;o)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Teehee, a bunch of criminals, more entertaining than a bunch of flowers, that's fer sure!
Cookie, you must keep in mind that many Australians (my good self included, but not Mr Brown - he's from a long line of Edinburgh merchants - a different kind of criminal) are decended from British convicts. It's in the blood ;)
E, No - if it had been Glover’s A View of the Artist’s House and Garden, that’d be another story.