The value of painted signs

The thin and bony Hamentash Yumble is exhibiting his latest collection of chiaroscuro drip-fired miniatures.  His wealthy sponsors have showered him with money but here at the Sussex Avant Garden Gallery (SAGG) no-one is particularly impressed. 


As result Yumble sits in a tawdry bar drowning his sorrows.  Over his third pint he vents his anger on the comrade who befriended him when he was still unknown.  ‘ Give up trying to tell the locals that your style is a fusion of Braque and Pollock,’ the man suggests. ‘ Tell them you painted it for your grandma.’ 

Yumble paints a multicoloured sign to that effect, and immediately sells twelve pieces. He offers his companion a generous contract as his PR consultant.