442 pub. Apparently, looking after the dogs will cost me a pint of English beer and a burger. Less than kennels anyway.
On the subject of Wimbledon, let’s hope the great Scottish player, Murray, will make it through. It will make the afternoon so much more fun.
Also a colleague from work and her husband may come. So it might be quite a party (and quite a few good beers!).
It was the funniest article I have read for a while. And from a government minister too!
The comments are obviously, mostly, from those right-wing types (snigger). One can tell as they seems to despise the arguments for ID Cards.
But we do need to consider what has been said and, according to this article, still being said.
I remember that ID cards were first touted by Labour (or NuLabour as they are now called by most, if not themselves). It was either soon after 9/11 or maybe 7/7. We were all so shocked about these ‘foreign’ people who were able to come into our lands and do such damage.
Except…..
In the case of 7/7, they were British citizens and, therefore, had ID cards already been ‘normal’, they would have them quite legally. And, I’m sorry, but that would have stopped them carrying out those atrocities in what way, exactly?
In addition, Italy, which has had ID cards from the Fascist era (or thereabouts) wasn’t saved when the Red Brigade start blowing things up here!
Aha, so, if Joe Public won’t fall for that one then we can go for another great public fear. What about all those illegal immigrant people.
Now, the fact that they are illegal implies that the majority of them got here either by sidestepping our Border Control or by over-staying their welcome. Now, if you were required to use your ID Card every day for many minor things (as Italians are), this could pose a problem. Or, of course, not. Since the illegal immigrants will probably be a) working for cash and b) not doing things that require an ID card (like paying by credit card, etc.), it seems unlikely that it would cause them too much distress.
Alternatively, having probably paid a small fortune to be brought here, I’m sure, for a few pounds more, there would be people making the ID card to order, for them. And, unless the Police or other powers-that-be check the database, the fraudulent ID cards would probably never be found.
Having worked out that most people realised that ID cards would, in fact, only be useful for controlling legal immigrants or citizens, it seems they are trying the latest scare tactic.
Identity Theft/Fraud! That’s what is now proposed as the reason for ID cards. I’m sorry but these people are crazy.
If you really want to step up security then do what the Italians do. Make it really difficult to buy anything (such as domain name (where you need to fax proof of yourself and owning a domain name via just the internet is just not possible); buying a second-hand car (where you need to physically visit the registration office); changing your bank account for your mobile phone (where you must go and get a form from the bank which must be stamped and signed and then take that (or, maybe, fax it) to the provider). In each case, everything must be ‘backed-up’ by a personal visit or a fax! Of course, in this fast-moving world, it does tend to make many things a lot slower and more difficult but, at least, it gives a load of people a job, thereby ensuring that unemployment is lower and the economy is much better. Doesn’t it?
And then, the article uses unsubstantiated claims of the number of people hit by identity theft/fraud; assumes that the arguments in favour of ID cards have been made and done and dusted and that, overwhelmingly, the ‘evidence’ points to them as being our saviour in all things!
A funny thing has happened in this world, don’t you think? If one argument fails, use another. If that fails, use yet another. Keep going until people agree or forget what the purpose was in any event. Make sure that each argument used is totally different from the last but make sure that each addresses a fear that the populace has!
I actually laughed out loud at this article.
p.s. Read the comments as well.
I have to go away to another Northern country. I really didn’t come to Italy to be travelling outside all the time (OK, it’s not true but right now that’s how it feels).
V moves out on Saturday. This is good – but, of course, it does mean that there is no one to take the boys whilst I am away! Damn!
I immediately thought of the kennels. I rang the shop to see what time they open. 10.30 a.m. Hmm, no way to make Malpensa airport in about 5 minutes so no good at all.
V did offer to have the key to the flat but I’m really not keen on letting him have the run of the place. It’s my place and I want it to stay that way. If he comes here (without me being here) then, somehow, that makes it different – at least, in my head!
FfI offered the other day, so I might try her, tomorrow. Else there are a couple of other people or I could get someone to take them to the kennels on Monday night and I pick them up Wednesday morning.
Or, of course, you could come and stay here. Near the heart of downtown Milan. Beautiful (if unfinished) flat in a wonderful street! Sounds tempting, eh?
The strings are a) you have to look after the dogs and b) you must be here by about 8 a.m. on Monday morning!
I’m waiting………(hopefully)……….
I stayed away from the recent controversy with the Italian’s ‘beloved’ leader (and he’s still beloved, it would seem, at least by most). He seems to have been a very busy boy, what with giving money to (ex-?) husbands of UK politicians (not that giving the money was bribing, it was only taking it that seems to be a crime); dalliances with a young girl that his wife, for some reason, took exception to; using government money to have people fly to parties at his residence on Sardinia and, of course, the latest, the payment for young ladies of the night for services rendered – all of which, he denies, blaming all of these “rumours” on those ‘left-wing-communist types’.
We can also, perhaps, overlook the way that he said that the people from L’Aquila, made homeless by the earthquake, should make the most of living in tents, it being just like a holiday and all!
At least he made up for it by agreeing to huge (can’t remember how much and can’t be bothered to look it up) amounts of dosh to rebuild the town (although it seems it may not be quite as was first reported) and, of course, deciding to hold the G8 summit in the town in order that it gets a boost.
Now, I read about the latest development (see, still reading the Guardian rather than using the BBC site) and the President’s call to back off Berlusconi’s (ahem) ‘problems‘ so as not to embarrass Italy when, about half way down, I read this:
the prime minister assured the media that his illustrious guests would nevertheless be received in style at a large revenue guard barracks hastily converted for the occasion. He said the site would soon have 121,000 square metres of gardens with 6,850 bushes and extensive lawns.
Now, given the current economic crisis in the world and the recent death and destruction in the town in which this converted barracks is situated and in spite of not knowing how much will be spent doing this conversion (but I’m guessing not just a few Euro), etc., it struck me that this kind of thing is just crass and obscene in the extreme.
This puts those politicians (from the G8) on the same par with Madoff and (possibly) Stanford – i.e. criminals who are taking us for a ride – since they are benefiting from the outrageous spending that is being done just to show off to each other!
It’s a crazy, crazy world in which we live.
For my friends in the UK, I see you’re in the middle of an “official” heatwave. How nice that must be although I suspect there are lot of people complaining that it is too hot. And there seems to be a consensus that people will die or that hospitals should be prepared for an influx of people suffering from heatstroke!
And the temperatures causing this panic and fear? Why, up to 33 degrees!! Wow! We get to that (or close to it) most days at the moment.
However, to be fair, there is a difference, as I have said before.
Now, here, I look for the shade most of the time. When I was in the UK, such is the rarity of such sunny days, people (and I was one of them) would prefer to stay in the sun, however hot or uncomfortable it was.
I still get brown, of course. But, then, I tan very easily. I can assure you it is not because I sunbathe (since I find that boring) nor because I stay out in the sun (which, at over 30 degrees is ridiculous, unless you are forced to) it is just the ‘bits in between’ the shade that cause this.
So, the trick is to stay in the shade and not expect this to be the last sunny day ever. Anyway, with what used to be called Global Warming (now Climate Change – otherwise people don’t understand why the winters are longer, colder and wetter), there’s likely to be plenty more of it…….
Sometimes (sh)it just happens!
So, I go to the shop last night and get the adapter I need. I get home and try it out. Boy, that Dyson has some sucking power! I clean the kitchen and the hallway and then, because it’s so hot, I have a drink and answer some emails. This not being Sweden, it is getting dark.
I decide to iron some shirts. Unfortunately the light in the lounge isn’t working. At first, I think it is the timer that’s a problem but, even plugged in (almost) directly, the lamp doesn’t work.
I try the lamp in a different socket. No good.
I try the bulb in a different lamp.
It’s the bulb. In a different time and a different place (namely, with V) I would have become frustrated and slightly angry with the injustice of all things that seem to conspire against me trying to keep the flat clean and tidy (which, in any case, is not working) but the time and place is different and I shrug my shoulders.
Although I remain disappointed, I know that there is no point in fighting such things. What is, is. I cannot, at this moment, do anything about it. The process to change bulbs, leaving some other area of the flat in darkness is just too difficult.
Of course, I should get off my ass and get some more lamps; get the lights that need fitting, fitted; do SOMETHING!
My lethargy in all things (except the dogs, eating and drinking) is really starting to annoy me and yet everything else WILL wait until tomorrow, let’s be honest.
And this includes the ironing, whilst I get a bulb (they are bayonet types since this is an Art Deco lamp from the UK and bayonet bulbs are simply not sold here in the usual shops) but, even then, tonight I am going to sort out the start of the ‘other’ work that really must move on.
Ho hum.
I’m not sure what it says about me (and I CERTAINLY don’t mean the picture which is a random one anyway) or if, indeed, this post is worth the bother of writing but, anyway, here goes….
I cannot remember when it started or, even, why but, from a very early age I had this desire to live outside the UK.
For some reason, Sweden was the place I wanted to go (and this was before Abba even sang about Waterloo, maybe, probably, before Waterloo had ever been thought of). In particular, I wanted to live in Stockholm.
For many, many years, it was understood, by me, in my inner brain, that I would, someday, be living there.
Instead, I came to Milan and never went anywhere near Sweden until after I came here. And now, finally, I have been there.
I was not disappointed. It is a beautiful place, the weather was superb; the food wonderful; the modernity, outside the old part of Stockholm, well, modern; the people were nice and friendly (although nowhere near as attractive as one would imagine – think Benny and Bjorn rather then Agnetha and Anni-Frid – all-in-all as good as one could expect.
Of course, the sunshine and warmth puts the whole thing in a good light and the reality is that, for most of the year the weather would probably be worse, or at least as bad, as the UK.
But, I wonder, how would my life be now if I had gone to that place that I dreamed of being in for so many years……?
I’m not really what you would call “a shopper”. In spite of V’s 20 years of trying to make me one. And now that I don’t have him to “force” me to do so, I find that putting off making that purchase suits me just fine.
So, I really could do with some new shirts and there’s a shop just down the road with shirts for €10 so there’s no excuse, really. But still, when I pass, which I do often, there’s always a good reason why “this moment” is not the right time.
The same is true of the table that I really want but just can’t be bothered to get in the car and drive to get, which is annoying, even to me and yet, not annoying enough that I actually do something about it.
However, if I need to shop or are in a situation where I am with others who are shopping, purchasing can be quite easy.
Food shopping I do actually enjoy. Not going to the supermarket, exactly (but even that is quite nice if I have a recipe/meal in mind) but looking round interesting food shops (which I have been doing some of whilst abroad, recently).
And when I was getting my passport renewed, we were stuck for some hours in a town and I managed to pick up a couple of very nice T-Shirts for a very reasonable price. For clothes shopping, the way that works is I walk into the shop, take a quick glance at the rails I can see and quickly determine if there’s likely to be any chance of finding something I will like.
I go to the rail and quickly flick through the things and only if there is something slightly unusual or interesting do I bother to even pull it out. Then, if I can’t find my size within milliseconds I find an assistant who can do all the looking for me.
So, as you can imagine, finding something more “technical” quite fills me with dread. Although I seriously need a new computer, I just cannot go looking. The same with a new mobile phone. You see, the problem is that there is too much choice and you can’t tell what you want just by “browsing” through a store.
However, I thought that getting a new vacuum cleaner would be a bit of a breeze. Although I had put it off for about 2 months, I decided, yesterday, that I really had to do it as I cannot beat out the big rug – it’s just too big to go over the balcony and I was finding it difficult to clean.
I knew what I wanted. A Dyson. Now there’s a simple thing, I thought. I go to the shop in Corso Buenos Aires that I know. As I get to the right area I see an array of vacuum cleaners. Not a good sign. I find a few Dysons. Actually, a few too many! There’s one for allergies, one that says “Origin” (meaning original?) and a few others. They are expensive so I briefly toy with the idea of a Hoover or similar equivalent but remember that the Dyson is definitely better.
I pick one as if sticking a pin in a map and deciding where to go. It’s the Origin. Not the most expensive but would seem to be the right one.
The one on display is the last one they have. I ask for a discount. They won’t give me enough and so I leave. I decide to go to the other shop of theirs that is between Piazza Oberdan and Piazza Repubblica. I can get the same one there that hasn’t been on display.
I go to the right areas for vacuums. Here they have even more choice of Dysons! There’s even one for Pet Hair! Who would know that you could have a cleaner that was specifically designed to get all the pet hair up? However, that one costs almost €200 more than the normal ones. Although I may need it, I am not paying so much extra. But there were at least another 4 different types! Why? Too much choice in this sort of thing just makes me want to walk away.
Anyway I plump for the one that I think will suit. The girl has a good time (not) searching for one that has the correct tool for both hard floors and rugs but, eventually, finds one. I pay and catch the tram back home, grateful, in fact, that the tram stop is right outside and that I didn’t have to lug one from their other shop.
I put it together at home but didn’t actually try it as I am feeling so tired following my recent trips.
I decide to hoover up this morning.
I try to find a socket or adapter that will take the plug. None do. My flat is old and uses a special (old) type of socket that requires special adapters to permit normal plugs of today to fit. However, I was surprised that none of the adapters would work. Damn!
So now I will be back to the shop on Monday to find (hopefully) an adapter that works. The cleaning will wait.
Well, as I have told you in previous posts, as from tomorrow morning I shall be travelling to, or in, Paris. Gay Paris as it is called or as it was called before ‘gay’ took on a whole new meaning (and since then, amongst younger people another meaning entirely).
So, I probably won’t be blogging – but I shall be twittering (see side and down a bit), so do pop by if you want to know how things are going. I won’t be able to respond to any comments on the blog or on twitter – just so as you know.
I must just tell you about the last few nights.
Tuesday night, I met up with friends from the UK and we went to a few bars for a few drinks and some apero food. It was most pleasant. And, because of where they originally planned to ‘land’ in Milan, it was Corso Como and the surrounding area.
What I was struck with was that the prices, even in Corso Como, were not so steep. €7 per drink and some very nice food in the bar we stopped at in Corso Como. Then some good beer in the Birreria nearby and then another bar (near a new – I think – Princi) in Corso Garibaldi. Then I walked them back to their car. But a really enjoyable evening all round.
Last night I was out with another friend just for a couple of drinks and Apero food. This time, a couple of tram stops from my home at an Irish bar, Matricola Pub on Viale Romagna, 43 – Milano (MI). I had a couple of (pints) Bulldog Ale a great, not-too-bitter bitter and the food was very acceptable, especially their pizza bits.
The only downside to it all was that the staff were, at best, not happy whilst the girl waitress was downright miserable. The ‘landlady’ looked like the typical sort of English or Irish landlady, fake-blonde hair, swept up in a sort of loose bun, short, rather rotund and she could have been one of those overly-cheerful types – but she wasn’t. Instead she only smiled on a couple of occasions whilst we were there!
Still, the beer was good and being so easy to get to from my house, I can see myself popping up there more often! I shall have to see if they’re open on a Sunday lunchtime – after all, it would be a pleasant walk with the dogs and a good stopping place for lunch!
Further to my post, I’m pleased to say that weaning off the BBC is a little easier than I would have thought. I always did enjoy the Guardian and now that I’ve had the chance to explore the website a little more, I am decidedly liking it.
I also like being able to comment on pieces, unlike the BBC which just had the “Have Your Say” which, quite frankly, was not really very good.
Just like in the UK, people here complain about the weather – often. At the moment we are getting above 30 degrees in the afternoon and they are complaining that it is too hot and too humid. Certainly, as we are in a city, the humidity is worse (but nowhere near as bad as in the UK) but really, it’s not so bad.
Well, at least, there’s one person in Milan who is thoroughly enjoying this hot weather!
And, I have to ‘fess up. I don’t like travelling for work any more (or, really, travelling at all); I don’t like Paris; I don’t like working weekends and I don’t like shows (even less if I am working the stand). But….. I am almost looking forward to this weekend when I shall be in Paris.
Don’t know why, really. Possibly because I will be able to have some really good food? Or a nice bottle of wine? Or get some of the cheese (Boursault – and I shall have to get some for V who is looking after the boys) that I really like? Or, the chance that I will be able to do some reading during the boring bits (which is likely to be most of it, I think).
On the plus side, I go to the airport directly from home (about 10 minutes by taxi) and from the airport, directly to the hotel. So I only have to put up with the ‘show’ for two days. Then Monday is an all-day job driving back. There will have to be frequent stops for cigarettes, for certain, as I shall be with a colleague.
But, still I’m not quite sure why I am almost looking forward to it. Very strange.