Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Wa-hey!
The Intrepid One, on his return to Blighty from the war hell that is Libya, kindly left the Combo household a large tin of green tea, given to him by a Chinese worker he met at a drilling site in the desert. Rather surprisingly I've been drinking the stuff and yesterday evening went to get a spoonful when I noticed a small, sealed plastic bag at the bottom of the tin. The contents look interesting. What shall I do people, drink it or smoke it?
Re TIO and Mad Dog McClane: I cannot post on your blogs even though you are both Blogger, the format is different I think. Any ideas anyone?
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I would sprinkle some on the front seat of the nearest police car - when the driver is not looking, of course. If you later read that a member of the carabinieri has been arrested, you know it's good to smoke it.
Smoke it.
It's either blow, or very, very special tea.
If it smokes bad, brew the rest, cos it's gold dust.
How you get that tea out the country? You pay tax?
Ron, try to use Google Chrome as your browser. It has helped immeasurably with issues I was having a fortnight ago.
Thank you VG, sound advice.
Add freshly boiled water for a brew to remember!
That's the tea, stupid, the other stuff you've been using up till now was the packageing !
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