He asked why I was looking at him.
Me: Because you were making sounds.
Sam: Sounds aren’t noises.
Beats me, I’m afraid.
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Monthly Archives: September 2007
Playing Chess with Boris Spassky
As with Hay Festival, there are events that defy expectations. Usually they are free. Such is one as I write this in Mantova.
Mantova buzzing
Just a short post to say that we are actually in Mantova at the Festivaletteratura.
The sun is shining; the food is exceptional; the people are nice; I’m playing chess with Boris Spassky tomorrow night! Oh yes, it’s true.
Writing Something Worthwhile
I am jealous. I mean really jealous. Take Corpodibacco’s post (Unfortunately, the blog no longer exists) as an example. Here’s a guy who isn’t mother-tongue English, writing stuff that I really like to read. OK so his English isn’t perfect (sorry C) but it’s pretty good and nothing a good editor couldn’t fix if it were to go into print. But his description, the imagery is all there. I, on the other hand, seem to scribble rubbish. Just the trivial facts, nothing of any real meaning.
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Me: What’s up?
Sam: It’s my throat.
Me: What’s wrong with your throat?
Sam: I got hit in the head with it.
Please note: There are times where his sayings really don’t make any sense.
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To be fair, this is J who is currently residing with us. I’m getting worried that Sam is starting to rub off on her.
V (to Sam and J) – Do you fancy going for a pizza?
J (to V) – Are you going?