Monthly Archives: June 2017

Gino Ginorelli

Almost, but not quite.

Gino Ginorelli

Stayed in and watched the telly

Even though the room was smelly

He said his life was ‘fun’.
His Italiano ‘Mama’

Surveyed his lack of drama

And sighed, the way that Italiano Mama’s do;

And cooked Gino up in a nice bowl of her ragu.

NB adding the word ‘in’ to the last line made a big difference to the tone of this piece. G:)

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Paper and Water


We bought into business – a water-powered paper mill.
Successful at first, we produced stacks and stacks of paper – until, finally, everybody had ‘all’ the paper that they needed. There was now no call for any more paper.
So we converted our business into a paper-powered water mill.
There is always a need for water.

(After a few years)
Paper is now a thing of the past.
And so our business is at an end.
We have no more paper with which to power our mill.
And, so, no more water. 
We are at an end.

When in Rome…


Lines criss cross the map

And we take a nap

Intending to be fresher than daisies when we arrive.

The AirCon is on

And the seats are softer than a very soft thing indeed – of both these things we had a need.

Through valleys and tunnels,

Across plains and through villages, towns and cites we go,

Heading for Roma

“Oh, sol e mio!”

For a molto choice of gelato.
In Rome a plot was afoot…
NB you can see from the photo above that 3 people were photo-bombing Jane’s picture. They were Jane’s daughter, Cesca, Cesca’s husband, Scott, and Jane’s son, Ryan. They had flown to Rome for Jane’s birthday surprise – and surprise it was. G:)

Sorrento in the Rain


In sunny Italy

In the dark of the night

I am out in the rain

Listening to the lightning flashes

And watching the thunder claps.

The canopy sheltering me is keeping me dry;

But, I am cooled by the freshness in the air.

Sorrento has been wanting the rain for about two months now

And maybe this nighttime downpour will feed the oranges

And the lemons that grow so abundantly here;

Also the olives maturing nicely in the groves to make their extra virgin oil.

The city carries on below me; and will, no doubt, be Sorrento as usual in the morning.

Jane joins me and the evening is complete.

Like Oil and Water


Missing Punschlines and Punschlines missing their feedlines.
“…However, they settled out of court!”
Maybe something along the lines of ‘Oil’ and ‘Water’ in dispute over their relationship in a legal context and not being able to get a judgment… however, they settled out of court!

“We are currently flying at a height of…”


Thirty Seven

Thousand!

Feet.

That’s approximately

Eighteen, thousand and fifty people

Give or take a few

(Probably give a few).

That’s a lot of smelly socks and biggish shoes.

You do the Math(ematics).

Fifty(ish) Ways to get from London to Italy.


50 ways to get to Italy from London (Alphabetically)
By…
Aeroplane

Balloon

Banana-Boat

Barge

Bicycle

Boat

Bus

Camel (or Camel Train)

Canoe

Car

Charabanc

Coach

Combine Harvester

Dog-Sled

Go-Kart

Gondola (perhaps returning one to Venice)

Horse

Hovercraft

Ice-Breaker

Ice-Skates

Jet-Pack

Milk-Float

Motability Scooter

Motorised Sit-Upon Lawnmower

Oil Tanker

Pedaloe

Pogo Stick

Pony

Quad Bike

Rocket

Roller Skates

Segue

Shank’s Pony

Shopping Trolley

Skiff

Skis

Skateboard

Sled

Space-Hopper

Stilts

Submarine

Tandem

Tank

Taxi

Tea-Trolley

Tractor

Train

Tram

Tricycle

Wing-Walking

Yacht
And a few that in the end will get you nowhere quickly.
A seat on a train on the Circle Line of the London Underground.
A pod upon the London Eye
A Lift
A Baggage Carousel
A Bouncy Castle
A Crane
A Ferris Wheel
Any Funicular Railway
The Ghost Train
A Helter-Skelter
On a Rocking Horse
On a Roundabout / Carousel
On one end of a Seesaw
In a Tank (Fish)
Upon The Swings
A Trampoline
Abseiling down a building
Joining in a 10,000 Metres Race at a race track (other distances are available)
On a Pommel Horse
In some Revolving Doors
In a Clothes Horse

And a few non-starters

Lighthouse
Windmill
Space Station
In a Well