Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Sunday 1 April 2012
Please, stop me!
One barely knows where to begin. But I will. All my Italian pupils use the word lavatory. Some interim punctuation would not go amiss. And as for issues....God help us.
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So when you in a Beefeater Grill? Eh? Eh?
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