The painting by William Stott of Oldham, called Happy Valley had been expected to reach around £120,000.
Is it just me or is there anybody else out there would have the screaming hab-dabs with that hung on the parlour wall? Happy Valley?? Just look at the pair of them. I'd hate to meet them when they were miserable. If it's so fucking happy why isn't she gazing adoringly at the guy in the frock? Are those her hands or is she romantically clutching two pounds of Wall's pork sausages? He seems to be inviting her to chuck herself in the stream. With a face like hers, I don't blame him. Has he just discovered 'she' is really Harry Bamforth from Hollinwood and has just discarded the packet of three he had brought for the occasion? Where's his left hand? Is he a ventriloquist practising in a quiet spot with his dummy? Has he just dug her up out of Hollinwood Cemetery? Has she led him up the garden path and is now refusing to go all the way? (This theory was explored by Jeannie C O'Riley on her best selling record 'Happy Valley PT, Hey!)
Daisy Nook was never like this in the old days. Ask Lowry.
PS The frame's nice! It would set off my 'Green Woman' a treat!
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