Picasso at Hanging Rock
It is 1902 and some very attractive young ladies who caught the eye of feature film maker Peter Weir who was honestly in no way taking advantage of his power and status in an obviously manipulative manner that he dressed in flowing chiffon that was laughably implausible even as Australian schoolgirl wear of the early century meet at a rock for a light lunch. Pablo, an out of work indigent with a liking for young ladies himself and a famous chat-up line - "I am Picasso, the most famous man on earth - would you like to come to my apartment to be immortalised in paint?" - is painting one of his typical scenes, consisting of jumbled heads, a snake and some potter urns. One of the young ladies, J. Agutter, says "but kind sir, that is not art" - Pablo meets this comment with a snort of derision and refers her to his good friend Matisse, who he says refers to Pablo as the greatest man in history and would she like to see more of his paintings? The girls blush, one or two disappear, there is some bizarre music and Weir disappears with Pablo behind a bush with several of the youngest girls. For legal reasons, no more can be said until the enquiry is complete, or my new book "Pablo and the Sexual Encounters of the Fifth and Sixth kinds (and lots more)" is published.