Archive for February, 2005

Tits ‘n’ bums, kids ‘n’ mums

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005

The city council has put up extra billboards to host the thousands of posters for the forthcoming regional elections. The regular billboards are overloaded with dozens of posters stuck on top of each other by the busy glue boys working under cover of darkness. In their hyperactive haste they seem to drip as much glue […]

5 a.m. Sunday morning

Sunday, February 20th, 2005

05:00I had recklessly offered to drive my sister-in-law to the airport for her early morning flight back to the Netherlands. The offer was made in the memory of a similar airport run last June through empty streets in the first rays of dawn’s soft light with mist rising from the fields. This time it was […]

Ria Bacon is unwell

Friday, February 18th, 2005

I’m indisposedI’m out of sortsI’m laid up, feeling peakyI feel run down, below parLaid low, down with a wog
Feeling crook and poorlyA bit seedy and woozyMoby Dick, currant cakeyI’m wobbly but running a temperatureAs sick as a dog but not as a parrot
Ain’t got the trots or the runsMe Bali belly’s holding steadyNot green but […]

Fresh outbreak of foot-in-mouth disease

Thursday, February 17th, 2005

It is rare to meet someone who admits to having voted for Italian Prime Minister Berlusconi - it’s like telling the psychiatrist, “A friend of mine has been feeling depressed lately and I, er she …”. So the best you get are explanations by proxy, such as, “A lot of people figured that since he […]

The customer (with a shotgun) is king

Wednesday, February 16th, 2005

Antoinette is smoking again.
She works in the next office but the walls here are so porous that the smoke just leaks through. Our building was once Mussolini’s Ministry of African Affairs, a rather grandiose affair since his attempt to emulate other European colonial powers was limited to Abyssinia and Libya. The large offices of the […]