Friday, February 06, 2009
“I bought an etching,” said Harold, pulling out a framed aquatint of the Old Offley Mill before it was turned into a restaurant.
“It’s rubbish,” said Jasfoup. “I’ve seen better work at the community college.”
“It’s an investment,” said Harold, pointedly. “It’s a limited edition, number nine of ten, and only cost two hundred pounds from that arty shop on Panters Row.”
“You were robbed,” said Felicia, barely glancing up from her Arts Review magazine. “I’ve got three of the others nine in the rack at the gallery for thirty pounds each.”
Harold scowled. “At least mine is framed.”