As the last in the brochure for Oxford Brookes, you
are faced with a writer who has been writing for six
and half hours
on all of the work that I can remember. The
memory fades when the total recall is based on
literature.
What I suggest is that I get some rest. But before
may I commend you on the level of humour that
you have displayed. Bare
in mind that trooping around Art Shows requires a
lot of energy, wine, and support from the many
viewers, you have done
well.
The idea of a recipe, mixed for the TV, by one of
the superchefs is wonderful. What a feeling of
contentment this brings.
However there is a notion that all is not as it seems,
an illusion. A maternal or paternal idiom is an
excellent vessel to use to
communicate. Just the surrealism of Hitchcock, the
mind played to expect something with a completely
different result.
Of course expectant the viewer tries to understand
and falls into the trap of familiarity to you the muse
with your certain
sense of humour.
