Killer Cows; a prostitute for Seal
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
It would seem that Mr Poole, recently attacked by a herd of cows, thinks it is ‘rare’ for this to happen.
Archive for October, 2007
“You have a much better life, if you wear impressive clothes”
Sunday, October 28th, 2007
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Everyone has something that they like to wear. Some item of clothing that, when they put it on, makes them feel different, more confident, someone ’special’.
What’s your job? Italian job status v English job titles
Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007
When I was teaching English I had some problems with work and jobs in particular. And, by that, I mean the translation of the meaning. As with other things the exact translation doesn’t always work. But, when I asked people ‘What’s your job?’ (a standard question with beginners), the reply, in Italian, was, invariably, Impiegato or Impiegata (depending on whether the reply was from a man or a woman) and this means employee or clerk.
The Kindness of Friends
Friday, October 19th, 2007
This was originally titled The Kindness of Strangers Friends but my titles don’t allow for different font styles. Anyway, on to the post ……..
Meetings, Bloody Italian Meetings (or at least, meetings which involve more than one Italian)
Thursday, October 18th, 2007
Many things here are the same, well, almost the same, as in the UK. We are, generally, not so different at all. But it’s the little differences that count. Some of those things are really nice and some are more than a little frustrating.
It’s such a perfect day
Saturday, October 13th, 2007
There are moments when I am happy to be alive and, particularly, happy to be here, in Italy and, for that matter, in Milan.
Busking - who gets your money - the DJ or the Baroness?
Thursday, October 11th, 2007Mantova, Saturday, 8th September.
We decide to have a drink at a bar. It’s very warm and we want to sit outside. As we walk towards the centre, we look up a side street, we see a bar with an empty table. It’s not an ideal position as there aren’t many people to watch walk by - it’s a quiet side street - and people-watching is one of our favourite pastimes. However, the beer’s the thing.
There’s Moaning and there’s Moaning.
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007Mantova, Saturday, 8th September.
We are staying in Residence in Centro, in Mantova, having got kicked out of our previous place (more later). The room is a small flat with its own kitchenette (we can do our own coffee in the morning) and the bedroom on a kind of landing, up some creaky wooden steps. All very nice - except for one problem. The series of ‘flats’ are in a converted outbuilding. The way they have been built means that you can hear a pin drop about 3 ‘flats’ along (not quite, but you get the idea).
