Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
And another...
Different table, different bottles, same endless excess, another night out with Giulio the Singer. And on Friday The Intrepid One arrives for some R&R. I may well need some professional help in a week's time.
I can report that The Intrepid Traveller has been in serious training.....brandy, large portions thereof. I can further report that he is not yet in full match-day condition, but will be so when he reaches you.
Vinogirl: The Intrepid One was right as usual, I am ashamed to say they were bottles of water. You will appreciate that they were for the other diners present. Affer: thank you for your training assistance. As he approaches his twilight, TIO is not the 'man' he was, if indeed he ever was one. A sad case indeed.
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Ron, what are the clear bottles that look like they have a bad skin condition?
I think they are water Vino Girl. What a cop out. The boy's gone soft. There'll be none of that nonsense come Friday night.
I can report that The Intrepid Traveller has been in serious training.....brandy, large portions thereof. I can further report that he is not yet in full match-day condition, but will be so when he reaches you.
Vinogirl: The Intrepid One was right as usual, I am ashamed to say they were bottles of water. You will appreciate that they were for the other diners present.
Affer: thank you for your training assistance. As he approaches his twilight, TIO is not the 'man' he was, if indeed he ever was one. A sad case indeed.
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