Lollipopping

"Have you seen the advert for the exhibition?"
"At the local gallery, about that zen guy?"
"I think you lack a bit of perspective, my dear Lucy".
"Do I?"
"Well, maybe you would be interested in taking a look at the old numbers of the Gazette. Old, old numbers. Back to the twenties numbers".
"Stop teasing me, Rupe".
"Never".
"Git".
"A cup of tea, my love?"
"I'm going to kick your tao, honey".
"All right, all right. So, back in the twenties he was living here, at the Manor. He turned the old stables into his studio".
"And what did he do? Got involved with the daughter of the landlord? Popped her cherry?"
"Nothing so conventional, my love. It seems he was very influenced by the fever for the orient that hit the twenties and acquired, um, unusual dressing priorities. He painted naked and the rest of the time he wore white robes".
"Sure I lacked perspective".
"They said the vicar's wife never recovered from an unexpected encounter in the gardens".
"You put things under such an interesting light!"
"Tomorrow night, then?"
"You diabolical mastermind!"
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