A man in a shocking red shirt stares at me when am having my post-lunch banana. I don’t know why. I have never seen him. I look up from my banana and he is staring at me. I nibble at my banana and still he is staring at me. So I search the net and find this painting by Eddie Cunningham (used under “fair use” terms to give some publicity to this deserving artist and some hits on his website).
Does he know me? Does he have any, what to say, ulterior motives, as the cliché goes? Does he know I am a blogger? Or, wonder of wonders, have I become faymbous, vaymbous like some of my celebrated contemporaries from the blogging world?