Here was my winning * blush* entry
I had never yet won a competition.
Hillock always seemed to pip me at the post, whether it was flower arranging, writing a short story, or making home-made wine. He seemed to have the flair to pull off coup after coup. But now I had a chance. More than that, I had an artistic muse. And the Old Boys fraternity was holding their annual challenge: any freestyle painting.
My style is in the Botero mold; paintings are united by their proportionally exaggerated or "fat" figures, as he once referred to them. Mine was similar; a large man clothed in formal evening wear about to enter a dance hall. To one side, an ensemble of fat women, bosoms heaving and smiling coyly at him.
But this was very much about my man: handsome and debonair, a devilish gleam in his eye; the one who would topple Hillock.
They opened the doors, murmurs of “bloody good show”; the rosettes had been awarded. Mine had come second. First place, according to the judges, was the painting by Hillock; unanimous decision, a splendid work of art in the style of Picasso’s cubist period.
His picture was a random mass of grey and blue geometric shapes. An oval shape seemed to designate a head with one large eye staring at a black, zippered moustache. Body parts were disjointed contours, one of which showed what looked like a triangular tuxedo and tails.
I peered closely at his title. It was, “A Man in a Suit”.