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Hey guys and dolls
Much like the Backsteet Boys lip-synched, I'm back (I'll let you mutter "alright!"). Looking back at my last post, it'd seem that I've not written anything for more than a month, which may have been a relief to you. This was largely due to my ongoing battle with Can'tbearseditis, which is a degenerating malaise which afflicts me sometimes. But today the sun is shining and I'm not starting work for another couple of hours, so I thought I'd try to be productive. A delicious smelling cake has just come out of the oven, successfully ticking the productive box, so here I am to witter on to you about stuff, ticking my wittering box for the day.
Today I'm going to recap all manner of things straddling the gamut of triviality. Hold on to your hats while I regale you with tales of football, bad karaoke and it's accompanying falling off chairs, killing giant ants and gigs!
So to start, lets delve back into the mists of time to last Saturday. Genoa was bathed in lovely sunshine and in the lovely sunshine it was pretty warm, so I passed the afternoon drinking coffee and making faces at Clare and Patrick's baby, Aoife. Friend of the blog, Joanna, was also there, and while we were waiting for Clare and Patrick to arrive we were treated to a girl practising karaoke in a bar. I say practising, but this is maybe being kind to the term practising. One of her 'songs' was Total Eclipse of the Heart, which through her thankfully inimitable style was less a Total Eclipse and rather more a Gentle Haze. I'm not saying she was bad, but lots of people spontaneously combusted, screaming and writhing in pain, while also grateful for the blessed relief that death brought. This seemed a tad of an over reaction, as we were in Piazza Matteoti, which is pretty big and they could have just gone somewhere else. What can I say, bloody drama queens these Italians. Look out for her winning X Factor next year. So bad she was, that in what was a tribute to poor balance and co-ordination, Joanna fell off her chair laughing. In doing so, she almost spilled my coffee. How rude!
In siginificantly better music news, I went to see my friend Simone's band, Five Wheel Drive. I met Simone on my very first day in Italy, almost three years ago, yet he had hidden the fact that he was in a band until about a month or two ago. I didn't really know what to expect and despite the fact that he had a sore throat, he and they were very good. The lead guitarist was rocking away, and clearly enjoyed a guitar solo. It all made me quite keen to pick my guitar up again, but once again my Can'tbearseditis struck again, so it continues to collect dust in the corner.
Both Simone's band and the karaoke incident happened in the same weekend, so to top it all off I went to see a gig with Fra and Diana. It was pretty intimate, and as we didn't know the people there we didn't stay for long. It was in a place called Punto G, which was understandably pretty hard to find. Fnar fnar.
I regret to tell you that I've not been feeling my usual F-18 self lately and have actually felt pretty rubbish, in large part due to having a seemingly endless cold. To try to get past this I've not been going out so much as alcohol and late nights probably aren't quite the cure-all that I'd like to think they are. So, instead of socialising I've spent a bit of time killing giant fire-breathing ants in the comfort of my room. Unfortunately this isn't the result of taking lots of mind bending medicine or having a fever, but is actually in a computer game based in a post-apocalyptic wasteland full of wandering mutants. I'll let you insert your own jokes about how much of it's based on Glasgow.
And now, to football! Since last I wrote, there was the Derby della Lanterna: the derby of Genoa. This is a bit misleading, as we all know that there's only really one team in Genoa, and the football reinforced this belief, nay, fact. Doria played the mighty super Griffon's of Genoa, the forces of righteousness and good triumphing 1-0 thanks to a beauty of a goal by Rafinha, our samba-loving little Brazilian. During the game I couldn't enjoy it at all, even more so after we scored in fact, as I was just too nervous that somehow the cyclists might fluke a goal. I could only really enjoy it all at the final whistle, and enjoy it I most certainly did. Just. Brilliant.
Following the exitement of all that, we played Roma up here and were looking down the barrel of a loss after 52 minutes, the score beaing as it was, 0-3. But then, in 38 minutes of atmosphere, football and implosion, we won 4-3, a situation that I'll probably never be lucky enough to be a part of again in all my days of watching football. I needed a long sit down and a glass of water after it. Again, Just. Brilliant.
I think that's all for now folks, my cake won't eat itself.
Until next time, take care tutti!
M
Much like the Backsteet Boys lip-synched, I'm back (I'll let you mutter "alright!"). Looking back at my last post, it'd seem that I've not written anything for more than a month, which may have been a relief to you. This was largely due to my ongoing battle with Can'tbearseditis, which is a degenerating malaise which afflicts me sometimes. But today the sun is shining and I'm not starting work for another couple of hours, so I thought I'd try to be productive. A delicious smelling cake has just come out of the oven, successfully ticking the productive box, so here I am to witter on to you about stuff, ticking my wittering box for the day.
Today I'm going to recap all manner of things straddling the gamut of triviality. Hold on to your hats while I regale you with tales of football, bad karaoke and it's accompanying falling off chairs, killing giant ants and gigs!
So to start, lets delve back into the mists of time to last Saturday. Genoa was bathed in lovely sunshine and in the lovely sunshine it was pretty warm, so I passed the afternoon drinking coffee and making faces at Clare and Patrick's baby, Aoife. Friend of the blog, Joanna, was also there, and while we were waiting for Clare and Patrick to arrive we were treated to a girl practising karaoke in a bar. I say practising, but this is maybe being kind to the term practising. One of her 'songs' was Total Eclipse of the Heart, which through her thankfully inimitable style was less a Total Eclipse and rather more a Gentle Haze. I'm not saying she was bad, but lots of people spontaneously combusted, screaming and writhing in pain, while also grateful for the blessed relief that death brought. This seemed a tad of an over reaction, as we were in Piazza Matteoti, which is pretty big and they could have just gone somewhere else. What can I say, bloody drama queens these Italians. Look out for her winning X Factor next year. So bad she was, that in what was a tribute to poor balance and co-ordination, Joanna fell off her chair laughing. In doing so, she almost spilled my coffee. How rude!
In siginificantly better music news, I went to see my friend Simone's band, Five Wheel Drive. I met Simone on my very first day in Italy, almost three years ago, yet he had hidden the fact that he was in a band until about a month or two ago. I didn't really know what to expect and despite the fact that he had a sore throat, he and they were very good. The lead guitarist was rocking away, and clearly enjoyed a guitar solo. It all made me quite keen to pick my guitar up again, but once again my Can'tbearseditis struck again, so it continues to collect dust in the corner.
Both Simone's band and the karaoke incident happened in the same weekend, so to top it all off I went to see a gig with Fra and Diana. It was pretty intimate, and as we didn't know the people there we didn't stay for long. It was in a place called Punto G, which was understandably pretty hard to find. Fnar fnar.
I regret to tell you that I've not been feeling my usual F-18 self lately and have actually felt pretty rubbish, in large part due to having a seemingly endless cold. To try to get past this I've not been going out so much as alcohol and late nights probably aren't quite the cure-all that I'd like to think they are. So, instead of socialising I've spent a bit of time killing giant fire-breathing ants in the comfort of my room. Unfortunately this isn't the result of taking lots of mind bending medicine or having a fever, but is actually in a computer game based in a post-apocalyptic wasteland full of wandering mutants. I'll let you insert your own jokes about how much of it's based on Glasgow.
And now, to football! Since last I wrote, there was the Derby della Lanterna: the derby of Genoa. This is a bit misleading, as we all know that there's only really one team in Genoa, and the football reinforced this belief, nay, fact. Doria played the mighty super Griffon's of Genoa, the forces of righteousness and good triumphing 1-0 thanks to a beauty of a goal by Rafinha, our samba-loving little Brazilian. During the game I couldn't enjoy it at all, even more so after we scored in fact, as I was just too nervous that somehow the cyclists might fluke a goal. I could only really enjoy it all at the final whistle, and enjoy it I most certainly did. Just. Brilliant.
Following the exitement of all that, we played Roma up here and were looking down the barrel of a loss after 52 minutes, the score beaing as it was, 0-3. But then, in 38 minutes of atmosphere, football and implosion, we won 4-3, a situation that I'll probably never be lucky enough to be a part of again in all my days of watching football. I needed a long sit down and a glass of water after it. Again, Just. Brilliant.
I think that's all for now folks, my cake won't eat itself.
Until next time, take care tutti!
M
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