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18 July 2018
So we are sitting on a Transitalia train packed with tourists going to visit the Leaning Tower of Pisa
He is sitting besides moi, studying a mini copy of an
English | Italian phrase book
With a glint and a smile he said
What do you think il preservativo means
I thought through my catalogue of English, French and Spanish.
Can you say it again?
.... this time a little louder just in case
No, I have no idea. What does it mean?
il preservativo is....... A Packamac!
You don't mean a raincoat do you?
Nope....... It's a condom!
OMG, you have just said condom in Italian out aloud 3 times in front of all these tourists many of whom will be or speak Italian!
That glint and smile reappeared.
They have a sail in Bristol
Yes a sail.
A sale of what?
Not a sale, a sail
What is not a sale?
Nothing is being sold. It’s a sail
If nothing is being sold what is the point of the sale?
It has been sold, they brought a sail
A sail is for shade
Oh not a sale but a sail.
Yes sail as in a sail and no one got hurt.
Beast from the East
Apple Charlotte Catastrophe
I blame him! After three days of the Beast from the East he suggested we should put food out for the wild birds. We have the feline equivalent of an avian Hannibal Nectar and a psychotic canine with all the endearing qualities of Stitch on steroids. I blame the cat for indoctrinating Stitch, a terrier, in the abject loathing of these winged rats who despite his endeavours have consistently escaped his jaws and a fatal neck snapping double reversible whiplash.
Sustenance for Tits, Thrushes and all – except Magpies – was first on my Planet Earth Bird Saving Good Deed list this morning. Trill in absence I creative problem solved with an apple charlotte – that is boiled eating apples and toast crumbs with liquor soaked dog biscuits for flavour – unintentionally adding insult to injury to Stitch. All served on a twice used plastic tray placed out of terrier reach on the patio table.
Now the question is who will scold me first? The RSPB for my avian nutrition culinary incompetence and serving up bird food which a day later remains untouched. Or the RSPCA for tormenting Stitch with an influx of winged rats all looking in dismay at the inedible offering. Inedible that is to all birds but not to Stitch who is running around the garden barking at the birds and driven to distraction with the smell of dog bones that he cannot locate and eat
Saving Planet Earth
All man made packaging goes into the recycling bin
If it cannot be recycled, it should not be made by man
Love them or not they control your world and are around you every day in one form or another.
Marcus du Sautoy
presented a brilliant programme
The Secret Rules of Modern Living: Algorithms
These links take you to three snippets from a fantastic programme