Tuesday, 17 June 2008

more argh, also briefly

I am skanking next door's wireless internet, miraculously, and trying not to think about tonight. eek. I am kind of cross not to have had a chance to blog about Euro 2008 at all. I am hoping to get the chance soon, depending on how tonight goes...

Anyway things non-footballing are all pretty good. Living together is great: we have a huge room in a shared flat with 3 other people, a young studenty couple from the Abruzzo (she's studying at the Accademia delle Belle Arti with a specialism in theatrical set design, he's graduating in pharmacology with an interest in computer-aided drug design, oddly, which is what my ex did), and an even younger chap from Caserta who's a chef at the Neapolitan restaurant round the corner. I feel old. They are all lovely though. And the chef likes to cook at home, on his day off: last week we had a kind of pasta alla norma at lunch, and then at dinner there were sort of bruschettine with baked aubergine followed by paglia e fieno with the best cream, ham and pea sauce I've ever had. Slimming stuff, when followed up by fresh cannoli which the pharmacologist brings home form his part-time job in a Sicilian pasticceria. At the same time the arty girl is mostly sat in her room painting set designs for Tosca and making enormous gilded papier maché chandeliers.

Meanwhile CB is working hard on his Italian and communicating with the blokes in the house via the international language of the Playstation. He's also writing articles for Other Places which I'm apparently not supposed to tell you about for reasons I haven't entirely understood. Then his cousin has been over, the one off the telly, with a friend, and there has been a certain amount of showing people around and going out for dinner. (eek. unutterable skintness already in full flow, like a gripping psychological drama... will we make it to the end of the month? or end up pawning the sheets? perhaps trying to find a buyer for old duplicate copies of Georgette Heyer novels? stay tuned to find out!)

We have moved in to a house just around the corner from a major site of neofascist pilgrimage. I wanted to start this paragraph with some kind of adverb, such as: interestingly, curiously, bizarrely, depressingly, disconcertingly, frighteningly. But none of them quite seemed adequate. I shall write and tell you all about the events of 1978 and the current situation once I have done some more research -I might pop into the "social centre" there one day when I'm feeling brave, to take a look at it.

Incredibly, the 20th century Italian history course is already half way through. I am working like a pig. (do we say that?) Tomorrow I will be simultaneously marking their first piece of written work for me & issuing them their first exam - mid-terms! after only 3 weeks! at least they won't have had a chance to forget too much yet...

4 comments:

Etienne said...

I think you might have a potential buyer for Georgette Heyer here.

sp3ktor said...

They're going to win it now, aren't they.

They're going to beat Spain (obviously), turnaround the rematch with the Dutch, then grind out a win against a spent Croatia.

I should put some money on it.

garibaldy said...

Cuntishly is how I would have started that paragraph.

chris c paul said...

House sharing- I haven't done that for years, not since me Ms Paul got together- even if we are poor we insist on privacy. Ideally I'd like to live communally- but only if it were a commune of seperate studio/one bedroom flats.