I was walking down cheepside one day and Denis was stood in a shop doorway with his fellow drinkers, they were all stood there with cans in their hands. Having bought the painting I couldn't stop myself from staring at him to compare his likeness to the picture. Denis saw me staring at him and we locked eyes, for a minute he didn't say anything, but when I carried on staring, he barred his teeth and said f--- off. So I did. |
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I like that painting.
Donate that to his local hospital for one of their visiting rooms after you get your enjoyment from it.
That's what one of the doctors here did with a painting he commissioned of a local character.
I saw it one day while visiting someone and that bought back memories of my aunt encouraging me to go have a chat with that man. I took him a quart jar of fresh Ice Water and talked for a bit.
He was smart... well educated. A very 'different drummer'. He was Alonzo Baker!
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