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October 4th, 2009
![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) localfreak | 09:21 pm
Hiding in my little corner humming Isn't It Grand Boys? and quietly detesting the world and life and why mine happens to be particularly shitty at present.
So. Very amused by a scene on todays Antiques Roadshow in which two cousins brought their recently-deceased uncle's portrait in. The portrait, which he had sat for a friend as a young man, showed a young, clean-shaven lad with a green tie and a particular....look...on his face. My suspicions raised, my radar heightened. Then I saw it- on the man's little finger, very prominently shown in the picture, smiled a fat green ring.
Why...HELLO says I.
Then had the pleasure of the valuer, who blatenly knew just as well as I did, pussyfooting around about the picture so as not to become too personal or give the cousins any Suprise Revelations. At least one of the cousins, probably knew, but equally wasn't Verbalising That Particular Thing so there was a lot of,
"The ring shows he was a man of ...artistic taste perhaps."
"Oh, yes, yes, he was very artistic. He was a flower arranger- owned a shop on .....street"
"And the expression is one that seems to show great depth of emotion, contemplative, refined, with perhaps a hint of fragility..."
I burst out shouting at the TV: "WHAT HE MEANS TO SAY IS THAT IT IS BLATANTLY OBVIOUS THAT THIS GENTLEMAN WAS A HAPPY SNIFFER OF THE GREEN CARNATION."
In some ways this entire scene was Utterly Hilarious. I suppose in other ways it's a little sad how natural it was for both parties to Not Talk About It, but in other ways it is very reflective on that particular brand of culture in which Things Are Said without Things Being Said.
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