Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Monday, 4 May 2020
Portrait of a wealthy man during Coronavirus.
Funny how history repeats itself. In the 18th century pineapples were considered a symbol of great wealth, you see them on gateways to Georgian mansions to this day. Hostesses would hire a pineapple for the centrepiece of their dinner tables, no-one was allowed to eat it... Too expensive.
Now in this time of the virus it has regained elevated status.
When it arrived today this pineapple caused me to exclaim: 'Wow, a pineapple, I'm rich'.
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