Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 30 December 2016
Glass half full
This is a Christmas day photo. The glass is an over-sized version of one which is typically under half the size and made and engraved in England around the late eighteenth century.
This one somehow found its way to America, then it was sold to me by a friend and sent back again. I kept it for a while, then gave it to Step-Daughter, who is always compaining about the little (but pretty) glasses we use every day in our compact but... oh, you know.
She prefers the 250ml pub-issue ones for her Sauvignon Blanc - she likes a full plate in front of her too. Three such glasses is one bottle of wine, so I suppose she can say, "But I only had four glasses of wine!" and feel better than me saying, "I had ten glasses last night - no wonder I feel like shit."
A few weeks after I gave her the glass, I went to their house and found it being used to keep tooth-brushes in, so I threatened to take it away. Nothing ruins antique glasses more quickly than staining them with hard water, unless it is dropping them on hard floors.
Now here comes the metaphor.
Before Christmas, my glass was half empty. I had a call last night telling me that the man who has let me down so many times and so badly over the last few years, has finally let down my clients to the extent that they have given up on him (as I did two years ago) and I am now taking on the very good sculptural work which he - for some crazy reason - refused to complete within the three years they have been waiting for it, just as I predicted. They gave him until Christmas but he never got back or even answered phone calls about it.
Ironically, his unreliability has - for once - not let me down.