Cor Blimey. . . it's bloody Helen Mirren that! I recognize 'er, don't I. Saw 'er in a motion picture I done. She don't seem ta cotton too keenly ta ol' Lucien in 'is paint rag loincloth. She was far kinder without 'er own kit, kinder on the ol' eyes, she was. . . and is, I'd wager a month's wages I would.
She bought a castle, ya know. . . a smaller one, but quite medieval like. Don't think she'll be invitin' Herr Freud tho. . .but since I ain't 'er social secretary, who knows. She is a grand officianodo of paint an' painters, I 'eard tell.
Nice work. Mr Ploos. If yer still in the castle stormin' game, you may just be gettin' a call from 'er nibs. . . and ye can put the smile back on 'er mug, cunning painter that ye are. . .
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream