Jack Vettriano The Barmaid's Fancy

Jack Vettriano The Barmaid's FancyJack Vettriano The AssessorsJack Vettriano The Assessment
did you?'
Death shrugged.
WHAT'S THAT ? ONE STEP AWAY FROM GRAMPS, IN MY OPINION. ANYWAY, I THOUGHT YOU BELIEVED IN LOGIC. CALLING SOMETHING A FIGURE OF SPEECH DOESN'T MEAN IT'S NOT TRUE.
Death waved the hourglass vaguely.
FOR EXAMPLE, he said, MANY THINGS ARE BETTER THAN A POKE IN THE EYE WITH A BLUNT STICK. I'VE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE PHRASE. SURELY A SHARP STICK WOULD BE EVEN WORSE–
Death stopped.
I'M DOING IT AGAIN! WHY SHOULD I CARE WHAT THE WRETCHED PHRASE MEANS? OR WHAT YOU CALL ME? UNIMPORTAYOU'VE GOT THERE?He took Buddy's lifetimer from her and held it up.AH. INTERESTING.'Do you know what it means, Grandad?'I'VE NOT COME ACROSS IT BEFORE, BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S POSSIBLE. IN CERTAIN CIRCUMSTANCES. IT MEANS . . . SOMEHOW . . . THAT HE HAS RHYTHM IN HIS SOUL . . . GRANDAD?'Oh, no. That can't be right. That's just a figure of speech. And what's wrong with grandad?'GRANDFATHER I CAN LIVE WITH. GRANDAD