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Last night I found myself sitting with seven Italians ontop a huge hill overlooking the whole of Milan. For a long while they were all turned round to listen to my crappy Italian, loving every word and laughing their asses … Continue reading
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Go hard or go home. You hear people say this, but we never mean much by it. Usually we just go medium. We go medium because hard or home are never our only options. A year ago I was cycling … Continue reading
I have eaten some darn good food since I arrived in Milan. I’ve dined in rustic restaurants so homely that you feel like your eating dinner in someone’s living room, and I’ve eaten in cafes with such good bread that … Continue reading
I am the specialist. Flown to Milan to make use of a very particular set of skills. Skills that I’ve acquired over a long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people who want to fail biology exams. I … Continue reading
I know having a go at people trying to raise money for charity is a sure fire way to incite hate, but
I suddenly get this picture of a really fat woman spring into my mind whenever I hear the words Rosetta Stone. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I don’t know any Rosettas, while the name sounds vaguely like … Continue reading
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My iPhone has helped me a lot in learning Italian. It helped me from when I was just starting out, to now when I’m quasi-conversational after just a month and a half of self-teaching while living in London. And I’m … Continue reading
In my life I’ve learnt that no doesn’t always mean no. Particularly with women. Though here when it does, you had better know or you could be off to jail. However, when you have a half-naked woman in your arms in … Continue reading
