Best gift I've ever received has to be a bike when I was younger, a pedal bike.

It was a sort of slick little road bike and I remember it was all like, it was so, it was all wrapped up,

it was so obvious what it was obviously because nothing's shaped like a bike and I had a little ribbon on it and I was so

a guest. For that was a life changer and I'm still sort of big on cycling around my area now so, for that one change me a little.

Enjoy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

It is July 1890 in Orverse-au-Wars, a small French commune or municipality on the northwestern edge of Paris.

Strolling along its sun splashed streets is 16-year-old Rene-Soucreton.

I'm used locals to stare as he passes but he's proud of how he looks, a hat, the boots, the buckskin chaps and even a gun in a holster,

just like his hero Buffalo Bill, the famous American cowboy.

As usual Rene is here with his family at their holiday villa but he's bored of fishing and walking with him.

What he craves is excitement and adventure.

Up ahead you see the familiar figure leaving an inn. The man is wearing a buttoned up laborers jacket and his vivid, messy red hair is topped by a wide brimmed straw hat.

Weight down by an easel, a folding stool and bags of equipment. The man shambles off into the distance.

When he knows this man to be Vincent Van Gogh, a crazy foreigner, seeing him gives Rene an idea for livening things up around here.

He rounds up a posse of friends and leads the gang out to the edge of a golden wheat field where Vincent has set up his easel.

Oblivious to anything else, he attacks the canvas with thick dashes and worlds of oil paint.

Stifling giggles, the gang sneaks up. First to pounce is Rene who snatches the artist's hat from his head.

Vincent whirls, his gaunt face twisted in shock, his eyes bulging. Rene points out to his friends the mass of scar tissue where a section of his ear is missing.

Encouraged by this first act, the other gang members join in. The hat gets tossed around. One youth picks up a brush and begins to mimic the artist's wild painting actions.

Another runs off with his chair. Yelling, incoherently, he dashes after each of his tormentors in turn but it only provokes them to become bolder in their teasing.

When he trips and falls to the ground, Rene goes to Vincent's aid and helps him to his feet. The other's gasp when they realise that their leader has previously dipped his hands into the oil paint and has now spread it all over Vincent's jacket.

Staggering to his feet, Vincent pushes the teenager angrily.

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