Chaz
I shared a flat with Chaz in City Road Cardiff. He also worked with me in the National Museum of Wales. He was a technician in the Art Department.One day back in the early '70's, Chaz was given the task of painting the pedestals on which the marble busts were placed in the foyer. All went well until the lunch time visit to the pub sapped him of strength and judgment. As he lifted a bust, it overwhelmed him and he fumbled it to the floor, where it's nose dropped off. He picked it up, face into his stomach and took it down stairs to the workshop, where a new nose was furtively fashioned in plaster of Paris. No one ever noticed.
posted by Tickersoid at 8:45 AM
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8 Comments:
That's brilliant! I can't believe no one noticed.
I have to confess that the combination of the hair, a glance at the face, and a subliminal reading of Chaz all added up to surprise when I hit the word "he".
And by strange co-incidence, I blogged about art today, too.
That hair is a work of art in itself...
I hear the plaster surgeons of Cardiff are among the best in the worl... Um... Cardiff.
Did the new nose look like a penis? After all, it's an unwritten law that all 'after market' inanimate object nose-jobs should look like penises/peni.
Snooze- Well even if they did notice, we didn't get any come backs.
Qenny- Well yes, Chaz was very pretty for a boy.
Lady Muck- He and his brother kept the hair long after it became unfashionable because every time they visited a hair dressers they got laughed at or asked if they wanted an estimate.
IDV- Bust in foyer with penis nose......I think some would have said something.
*wonders what Chaz would look like with eyeliner*
Wild, woolly and clever! No harm done, I suppose!
What a wonderful looking lad and what a great story.
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