Rembrants Daisies

REMBRANTS DAISIES

Most Thursday nights after the Writers Workshop we called in to the
Groggers Rest for a pint or three.

The pub was once called the Yorkshireman but they updated it- what the
hell is a Grogger??

It was 9pm and the beer was taking effect on some of the customers.We
found a table and beside us were two middle-aged men who belonged
firmly in Barnsley.The bald one had the varnished head that only true
drinkers develop, his mate wore a dingy trilby that looked to be nailed
on.

They had reached elbow-sliding time.And, as all near drunks do, they
were talking loudly enough not to be missed.

"It,s that bloody council tax thar knows" yelled the Trilby.

"Dunt tell me about money"complained his mate"Did thar see that thing
on telly this morning"

"What thing war that then? Trilby was having a problem with
focus.

"It war that soddin painting" said the varnished one"three million
bloody quid they paid for it and it war nowt but flowers!"

"i know which one thar means" said Trilby "an i`ll tell thee summat
else. Thar knows him who painted it- he war barmy. He cut his nose off
and sent it in a box to this woman"

"That`s him" swayed the shiny one."Rembrant and his bloody
Daisies!"