Enough said, good night!
PS: My first ‘art critic’ will be up tomorrow, so stay tuned!
When your country’s flag is a fashion statement in your host country:
Union Jacks, Union Jacks everywhere everywhere…..
(Source: blazersandpins, via i-guess-im-here)
After numerous obstructions and difficulties, I safely made my way to sunny Sicily where I have spent the last couple of days. As if packing all my stuff in three suitcases only wasn’t enough of a nuisance, I was also to pay £50 worth of excess luggage at the airport. After paying such a ridiculous amount for nothing, I had the chance to chill in the horrific gate area of Gatwick airport: needless to say that there was no wi-fi connection -that unless you were to pay for it, which seems quite queer to me after you’ve pretty much paid £400 for your single flight- Once on the plane, I ended up sitting right next to some sicilian business woman-wannabe that was talking to me in English thinking I couldn’t understand Italian and bored me to death for the following three hours with her tales on the people she had worked with and how they found her really attractive, nice and good hearted - all of this in the most improbable English I had ever heard after the release of Borat, which led me to think that the 27 long years she’d spent in Australia hadn’t really helped -. Needless to say at this point, I despise airports with a passion, together with the bunch of tourists that have never a clue on where they are going and what they are doing, and always end up getting in your way and slowing you down.
Now that I am done with my rant about the flight, I can start ranting about the heat. I suppose that is very British of me, but I never seem to be happy with the weather: back in England I had to wear a jacket at all times, whist now I am boiling in a tank top and pair of shorts. My ideal temperature is about 20-25°C, that is when you can wear a short sleeves and perhaps carry a light jacket with you just in case: Sicily’s 35°C is definitely taking the piss. I went out with an old friend for a granita this morning, and I literally felt my make-up melting and drip down my face: it was god awful. A good aspect of being back in Sicily though is definitely the food: I had long forgotten the wonderful flavours of the land of my ancestors, and despite only having been back a couple of days, I already devoured heavy quantities of fish and linguine ai frutti di mare. And now, please do make a mental note the awful hairstyle and colour I have in the picture above, as you will never see them both again!!
PS: The picture above is a snapshot of my flowered balcony with our new Italian wind vane: even if they are to play England this Sunday, I will always support Italy.
I am mildly in love with this picture I stumbled upon the other day to the extent of setting it as my desktop background. Today I started reading the sixth book of A song of Ice and Fire (A Dance with Dragons part.1), and apart from a few minor absurd events that Mr.Martins could have heartily avoided, I am quite pleased with this saga that captured me a couple of months ago.I am also very fond of the Tv series that has been made out of these books, and I really cannot stand people complaining all the time about how events in the show don’t always correspond to the books: it is stating the obvious that a channel, in order to produce a successful show and make money will have to cut several minor events and slightly modify the storyline so as to appeal to a wider audience.
I love seeing all those scenes that I’ve imagined for months coming to life, the actors pronouncing my favourite quotes just as I imagined them, and I am more than pleased with the cast selection, as nearly all of the actors proved to be valid and in some cases even exceptional -even that walking spoiler of Sean Bean-.
I guess that’s it for my midnight rant, I’d best embrace Morpheus as tomorrow I have a jumble sale to organise!! I bid you a good night.
Some people should be taken out and shot.
Full stop.
