Baths and Fairy Godmothers...

 

Oscar's hair - by request!

Image 1: Yes, I'm furry!

Image 2: Portrait of me in my fathers den! (shed studio really hence the prints behind us, totally bad self portrait though dad looks better than me, having trouble with my fingers on the buttons of the camera!).

Image 3: Me as a water baby!

Image 4: I'm looking shocked as I get my bits washed (Dad would be shocked too but no one seems to be lining up to wash his bits, I rock! )

 

Me Dad and I!

This is me dad, he's a bit furry... He's looking a bit sheepish, possibly cos he's about to see the Constable exhibition and be accousted by throngs of woman wanting to peek at me instead of some staid old British painter! 

Oscar vomits in bed of mystery woman!

After a successful foray at the National Gallery of Australia, I found myself at home with a strange woman (see image 3). And they say that art and culture are meaningless in Australia.

I managed to ingratiate myself into her bed. She showered me with gifts (image 2).

Unfortunately I was sooo drunk that I threw up all over her bed!
 

27 days in the arms of 93 years

Oscar in the arms of his 93 year old great grandfather.