Games, gripes and gammon (well, Parma ham....it's close)
Hello there everybody
As is now the norm, I've been rather busy of late. But this is good, as just as E = MC squared and points = prizes, time = money. I think I'll be leaving my current flat for a new one when I come back here in January, so this is important. Also, I seem to squander a lot of money on trivial things, and often don't have enough at the end of the month for staples like beer. All of this extra work is gratefully received.
Last week myself and the burd went to Parma and Bologna. Flush with assurances from Her and the t'internet that our hotel was near the centre of Parma, I, like the hungover mug that I am, believed them. In actual fact, it transpired that we weren't actually anywhere near the centre of Parma. The city itself was very nice, when we eventually visited the sights. Still naive, I once again believed my previously erronious sources of information regarding our hotel in Bologna. This was, and I quote the website: "a short walk from the historical centre". If Bologna was inhabited by Lilliputians, then it would have been a short walk for Gulliver. As it was, it's not, and so took us about 30 minutes from the centre.
Due to a slight administrative error, neither of us had cameras that had any batteries. This was extremely frustrating, as I like a photo of a statue. Just accept that we were there and saw some of the most amazing things ever ever in the world. Ever.
The food was fantastic. We ate out three times, and each time the eating was good. I ate a lot of parma ham and tiramisu, which although may do nothing for my health, was extremely excellent for my tongue.
In Bologna She wanted to go to see the museum of anatomy. It had stuff about dissections, which didn't really appeal to me, as I'm a tad squeamish about that kind of jazz. However, like the good sport that I am, I agreed to go along. As we were walking to it; hark, we heard the voice of an angel! Unfortunately the angel sounded as if she had her hand trapped in a blender, which was silly, as angels can magic blended food without the unnecessary hazard of using kitchen utensils. Her singing was ok, but she had an accordion thingy which was tuned to 'galaxies out of tune'. It was really awful, so we hung around to hear her, in the same way that people rubberneck at traffic accidents. The anatomical museum turned put to be closed anyway, so rather than see mutilated bodies, we heard some mutilated music instead.
And now a small gripe: Italian's drive very quickly and dangerously, as if they have a bomb that needs defused, or the antidote, in their back seat. However, when they get out of their cars/scooters, they walk so slowly. It's like they want the season to change mid amble to the shops. This is extremely irritating for me, as my default walking speed is 'fast'.
Also, some of the rudeness I've witnessed is beguiling in its needlessness. On buses and trains, people will leave their coat or bag on the unnoccupied chair beside them, even when said bus or train is packed with people standing. This doesn't seem right to a mild mannered polite chap like myself. To add to this, if they sit in the seat on the aisle, they won't scooch over to the unnattended seat at the window, no matter how much you give them the evil eye. This means that you (and I mean I) have to maneouvre yourself (myself) around them. Swines.
Last weekend was a Perferct Weekend. Liverpool won. Hibs won (hello Artur Boruc, you're a legend). And the Grande Genoa beat the foolish Sampdoria in the derby. The game was really bad, but the result is what counted. When I said that it had been a Perfect Weekend to the burd she looked pleased, but then I realised why, (she has no allegiance to any of these teams) and explained that it was because of the football, but, you know, going away was ok too. I think I saved myself!
On Sunday just past, I went to my last match this year, Genoa v Atalanta. It was alot of fun, even if the first half wasn't particularly interesting. It was 1-1. The second half was cool; 3 sending's off, one goal for Genoa and 2 disallowed goals. By the end I was shouting at the evil Atalantan figli di puttane, just like the natives. Good times, although the pack mentality had taken over a bit. All very exciting!
Well, don't want to be late for my lesson, so have to go.
See y'all at the weekend!
As is now the norm, I've been rather busy of late. But this is good, as just as E = MC squared and points = prizes, time = money. I think I'll be leaving my current flat for a new one when I come back here in January, so this is important. Also, I seem to squander a lot of money on trivial things, and often don't have enough at the end of the month for staples like beer. All of this extra work is gratefully received.
Last week myself and the burd went to Parma and Bologna. Flush with assurances from Her and the t'internet that our hotel was near the centre of Parma, I, like the hungover mug that I am, believed them. In actual fact, it transpired that we weren't actually anywhere near the centre of Parma. The city itself was very nice, when we eventually visited the sights. Still naive, I once again believed my previously erronious sources of information regarding our hotel in Bologna. This was, and I quote the website: "a short walk from the historical centre". If Bologna was inhabited by Lilliputians, then it would have been a short walk for Gulliver. As it was, it's not, and so took us about 30 minutes from the centre.
Due to a slight administrative error, neither of us had cameras that had any batteries. This was extremely frustrating, as I like a photo of a statue. Just accept that we were there and saw some of the most amazing things ever ever in the world. Ever.
The food was fantastic. We ate out three times, and each time the eating was good. I ate a lot of parma ham and tiramisu, which although may do nothing for my health, was extremely excellent for my tongue.
In Bologna She wanted to go to see the museum of anatomy. It had stuff about dissections, which didn't really appeal to me, as I'm a tad squeamish about that kind of jazz. However, like the good sport that I am, I agreed to go along. As we were walking to it; hark, we heard the voice of an angel! Unfortunately the angel sounded as if she had her hand trapped in a blender, which was silly, as angels can magic blended food without the unnecessary hazard of using kitchen utensils. Her singing was ok, but she had an accordion thingy which was tuned to 'galaxies out of tune'. It was really awful, so we hung around to hear her, in the same way that people rubberneck at traffic accidents. The anatomical museum turned put to be closed anyway, so rather than see mutilated bodies, we heard some mutilated music instead.
And now a small gripe: Italian's drive very quickly and dangerously, as if they have a bomb that needs defused, or the antidote, in their back seat. However, when they get out of their cars/scooters, they walk so slowly. It's like they want the season to change mid amble to the shops. This is extremely irritating for me, as my default walking speed is 'fast'.
Also, some of the rudeness I've witnessed is beguiling in its needlessness. On buses and trains, people will leave their coat or bag on the unnoccupied chair beside them, even when said bus or train is packed with people standing. This doesn't seem right to a mild mannered polite chap like myself. To add to this, if they sit in the seat on the aisle, they won't scooch over to the unnattended seat at the window, no matter how much you give them the evil eye. This means that you (and I mean I) have to maneouvre yourself (myself) around them. Swines.
Last weekend was a Perferct Weekend. Liverpool won. Hibs won (hello Artur Boruc, you're a legend). And the Grande Genoa beat the foolish Sampdoria in the derby. The game was really bad, but the result is what counted. When I said that it had been a Perfect Weekend to the burd she looked pleased, but then I realised why, (she has no allegiance to any of these teams) and explained that it was because of the football, but, you know, going away was ok too. I think I saved myself!
On Sunday just past, I went to my last match this year, Genoa v Atalanta. It was alot of fun, even if the first half wasn't particularly interesting. It was 1-1. The second half was cool; 3 sending's off, one goal for Genoa and 2 disallowed goals. By the end I was shouting at the evil Atalantan figli di puttane, just like the natives. Good times, although the pack mentality had taken over a bit. All very exciting!
Well, don't want to be late for my lesson, so have to go.
See y'all at the weekend!
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