phone pictures

some more pics from the memory card of my phone.
i really must get a hobby.

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the last days of bar vittoria (as we know it)

neeeeaaaawwwwwwww!!!!!!!!

great bar, ask for a bite to eat and the barmaid gives you a knife...

venice to mestre, midnight one friday. venti ombre dopo!

sitting in the fridge and other desires

gripple me nadgers, it's hot today. actually it was hot today, now it's night. it's still hot though. the curse of the sunkissed house. actually it's more like sun-snogged against its will and reluctantly accepting a bit of a feel.

it's too hot to work, and nobody can deny me that excuse. i had the brilliant idea of getting a bit of a skive this morning by taking class four up to the computers, for a bit of internet based research on light and sound.
so up we go, switch on the 11 terminals and find it difficult to see the screens after half an hour for the rivulets of sweat trickling down our brows and into our eyes.
11monitors, 12 kids, roof space room, 30 odd degrees outside, 90% humidity.
..if bains were dynamite i fear i may not have enough to blow me hat off!

a nicely chilled pinot grigio accompanies the home made foccaccia (cheese, garlic and pepper) and salad. don't know whether to drink the win, or tip it over my head.
perhaps i'll just drink it and hold the bottle near my temple for a brief moment.

being glum makes you blind

when i look down, especially on a hot day

my glasses fall off.

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in the back of a cupboard a man with a drawn on cardboard face and a hat of bamboo cane.

tea beer or not tea beer

cheese on toast (imported extra mature cheddar, oh what a luxury!)
pecorino with chillis
and a bit of asiago fresco

and a couple of splugens! fear not dear reader for it is not an austrian soft drink but a beer of dubious quality.
well perhaps more than a couple...

but bland maaan, blaaaand!

arsenic

last night my surrogate 'niece' gave me a present.
a 6 canvass work, in cruciform showing the sign of the cross, bt in reverse.
luckily i was baptised c of e, am a non believer and most definitely not catholic. there one thinks, dear reader that my chances of excommunication are slim.

perhaps an exorcism may be of some use.

or electro-shock therapy.

or a simple lobotomy...

but not for me though but! oh no dear reader, read dearer, mandrake, goose and/or liver paté.
did he get the right accent there one wonders, won oneders? what accent should it have been typed in six fiveders?
my surrogate niece, who i love dearly is the very talented jelena arsenic. who should be famous just for the name!

high moose cheque my spell in

I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.
I really must learn to remember to check my spelling.

etc.

sad professor's dinner

toasted multigrain bread (sliced from a packet mind you)
scamorza affumicata
and a rather impertinent vipra rossa, a merlot and sangiovese mix from umbria. dry yet full, makes straight for the temples in the way usually only its southern and sicilian cousins do.

not bad for a cheese sandwich, eh?

hard to do this tonight, very busy day - i have more staff off (family reasons - i hope all turns out well for my colleague whose father is ill, i really do. couldn't give a sh-t about work under these circumstances), umbrian plonk impersonating meridionale falling down water, and a massive mosquito who just refuses to leave.

i should be a fucking catholic me, i feel so guilty if i kill a mozzie i actually apologise....

... or should that be a fake buddhist...

or just an english person?

i'm terribly sorry old chap, i fear that i may well just have to jolly well kill you.
more tea major?

song2

ai milanisti!

you're not singing,
you're not singing,
you're not singing anymore!
you're not singing
any...
moooooooore

well done liverpool!

vaffancu berlusca!

the windowed secretary..(a song)

window secretary
telephone ordeal
a letter about change
to all

a candlewick's moaning
about teeth cleaning
a battalion of ingrates
picking at your nerves

can we put a window in?
to let the prisoner see the gate

can we put a window in?
as the feedback would be great

a good day in the forest
a bad head on the bus
a rose coloured pheasant

a million stupid questions
plus a hundredweight of fuss
makes for diry tables
and no line.

ab 24/V/05

the tune's better than the words though!

ahem...

honeyed pork chops in the fluxlist server

honeyed pork chops with lightly curried stir-fried vegtables! delicious and even better as i didn't have to cook! downside was the beer, peroni.
WHAT? i hear you gasp, you have something against italy's premium beer??

no,dear reader, no indeed. i have nothing against that birra bionda, especially when one finds it at 50c a can at the local supermarket. nothing at all, save for the fact that there was but one solitary tin in the old electric refrigerating machine!

:-°

anyway, what fettle? bugger all of late one is afraid to say. work is the usual, home is the unusual (they're crawling! may the gods help us all!) and all is chaos at the FLUXLISTAdmin Centre. 'twould appear that fluxlist has been temporarily banned from the server providing the admin services so i can't subscribe anyone or rectify problems....

...rectify...


always makes me smirk that word...

anywayhowroad dear reader, i did try to tell you that nothing had happened and still you chose to read on...

my apologies

hi ate us her knee aarggh!

well then!
here we are again, finally i have found time to log in and realise that i have in fact nowt to say, nowt of any interest anyway.
busy week, had 'grandad' and 'great nana' here - good stuff, nice to have the company and the help. got the chance to go to venice for a trip around all the 'baccari' and osterie, me, 'grandad' and a couple of the lads. much wine was drunk, drank and drinked, polpettas, baby octopus, sardines of all sizes and recipes, artichoke hearts, baccala' and prawns eaten, eated and ate. 'sbeen a long time since i've had the time to get to venice for a night out. lad, did we make up for it.

pity i can't remember what we ate that well and the range of wines was broad and cheap!

dinner tonight was left over
the beauty of the alhambra is extraordinary, the exquisite tilework, its playful use of water and light...)
chicken chasseur, washed down with an obstinate little merlot, which i fear i am having to attempt to wash down with the old stravecchio branca.

it's mind boggling to contemplate what the loss of spain meant to islam.

i went to school with islam, i didn't even know he owned spain! he didn't even collect 'soccer stars'! newcastle was dead solid to complete.

got, got, got, got, got, got, need, got, got, got, got, need,got, got, neeeeed.
ah gan on man swapsies! two asa hartfords for tommy craig!

apparently god is light.what like miller?

did you hear about the dyslexic, agnostic, imsomniac?
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he lay awakew all night wondering if there really was a dog!

boom boom.

blog off

bah! rats! phooey!
i have been too busy to write anything here for a goodly while, work babies and other family members etc.

maybe toworrow....

intended tattoo. wonder if i'll ever get around to it..

long live the packet mix

tonight we had moroccan style chicken thanks to a packet mix imported from the uk and garlic and stracchino focaccia. which is a particularly unusual menu - 'dinner alla fridge'!

tony "are there any rules?"
vicar "yes, anywhere as long as it's not on consecrated ground."

with a rather pleasant merlot.
two large gold watches have inhibited further keyboard/digit interraction
and if you only knew just how long it took to write that!