record breaking non blogging marathon
Its been rather a long time since i've jotted anything down on this screen. I could make up a number of excuses for my absence but to be honest I just wasn't in the mood. (Cor how nice is it to be able to cite that as an explanation)?
But then, shock horror, I found out that people actually read this. First I got a comment from the mystery poster who so kindly writes glowing reviews to my blogs. Then if I wasn't feeling bad enough I popped round to see an old mate of mine on Friday and found out that he'd read it too! Crikey, a readership... I wasn't expecting that. It makes me feel all under pressure and shit. Aargh.
The mate of mine I met up with a charming young Brazilian called Guto. He really is a star. I hadn't seen him since our graduation dinner last year and I was excited to see that not only had he moved into a swanky new pad that he's doing up but he's also got the sweetest little puppy you've ever seen... apart from the fact that she eats her own poo.
We went for a drink at the
Fentiman Arms, a trendy but chilled out pub in South London which, over the past four years, has been the site of some very naughty and messy shenanigans. We had a good chat and caught up on all our and other people's gossip. I'm pretty damned impressed with myself too. It was the first time in years that I've gone to an English pub and not smoked. Guess that time spent suffering in Milanese bars desperatley craving fro cigarettes has paid off.
holiday time, yeah right
Is it really August? Mercuryacross the country collectively struggles to rise to above the mid twenties and the sun barely manages to peak past the clouds. My ass is firmly planted in the suburbs and my bank balance is solidy stuck on zero thus any chances of getting of somewhere cheerful are rather slim. I guess I'll have to settle for looking at travel porn on the net.
Gridskipper here I come.
Dating in the 21st Century
I guess i should post a warning that this blog will have little to do with Milan for the next few weeks as I appear to be well and truly grounded in England for the mo. But then I remember that this blog is called the girovago: the wonderer, the vagabond therefore explanations and excuses for changes of location are not required. I love that.
its been just over a week in the uk and after days of staring at tv screens, surfing the net and listening to the radio my time-wasting has been repayed. Fully tanked up on the zeitgeist I was able to get
my article on interracial dating and the murder in Huyton published in the Observer comment section. Hurrah! About bloody time. Check it out and tell me what you think.
Crazy Days and Borders Boredom
What an eventful day. Mailing editors across the land in a search for a fixed job after I found out that I was 'over qualified for the Trinity Mirror training scheme' I woke up this morning to find an in box full of offers.
But of course it was emptier than a scotsmans wallet. Just the usual spam. This can't be right I thought to myself and spent my morning refreshing the page ever 30 mins or so. In the mean time I did my usual routine of listening to the Today program's and checking the papers on the net.
Its funny to think I've been away from Milan for a week. The weather in England is terrible but I'm not wishing I was back in Italy at all. I've done my very best not to sound bitter and twisted but I really think Milan offers the worst side of the developed world - frenetic lifestyle, pollution, exorbitant rents, work-obsessed people etc combined with the negative aspects of the third world - incredible levels of bureaucracy, dishonest people and rampantly unprofessional practices.
Anyway didn't intend on having a moan. Have ended the day with stories to write for the Observer. Nice and unexpected.
Keanu takeover
I can't believe it! I've just done a quick search on blogspot for the availability of keanu.blogspot.com and keanureeves.blogspot.com (this is the sort of thing that you find yourself doing when you are out of work and have too much time on your hands).
The fast that such cool addresses have already been scooped up is not the surprising thing itself but what really gets my goat is the fact that each of these fools have only posted one line. What a waste! Imagine what could have been. An online shrine to his holiness Keanu.
Its shocking isn't it. I'm nearly 25 years-old and I'm still gushing on about 'cool breeze over the mountains' (that's what his name means - i read it Just 17 about 10 years ago) not that I'm obsessed about him or anything. It's quite nice to still have crushes at my time of life.
If I ever got to interview him I'm quite sure I would pass out. I've met and interviewed quite a few famous people but the more you meet the more the star factor wears of until you find yourself doing an interview with Gwen Stefani and struggling to keep yourself from yawning as she bores you to tears. But coming face to face to Keanu, well that's the ultimate isn't it. Have any of you ever met him?
I'm sure he's around 40 now but I still think he's a legend and anyone who says he can't act obviously doesn't know what they're talking (well actually you may have a point about Keanu's performance in Bram Stoker's Dracular, Johnny Mnemonic, Much Ado About Nothing, Parenthood, Dangerous Liasons....)
Comment maker number one
Ooh someone's been positing me comments. Well
mister pooh (you don't mind if I give you a nick name do you, no I didnt think so) I'm flattered by your beautiful words. You sound like a poet. I'm glad to know I have one faithfull follower. Do you like to know what I'm thinking, what I've got going on in my head and my daily life? I hope I can keep you interested in me. You give me a nice challenge. A plus tard. xx
An exercise in slander?
So I was doing my daily browse on the internet of my daily papers (cos I'm too skint and lazy to buy them) and I come across this story in
La Repubblica on Naomi. I called The Sun and The Mirror to see if they were covering the story but it seems like due to the arrest of the Ethiopian terror suspect in Rome Italy is swarming with tabloid hacks. Looks like I left the country at the right time as it's becoming really tricky to discover new stories. Thought I'd make use of this story that I can't sell and publish it before the British press do. Does that mean that I scooped the UK exclusive??
NAOMI STRIKES AGAIN
Fiery fashion star Naomi Campbell has allegedly been involved in yet another bust up.
Just months after declaring that anger management courses had calmed her down, the feisty model was allegedly attacked an Italo-American actress in a fit of rage at a five star hotel in Italy.
In a charge made to police in Rome, Yvonne Scio, who is a friend of Ms Campbell’s, stated “I Yvonne Scio was attacked by Naomi Campbell”. After the alleged attack Ms Scio was taken to hospital where she was treated for a deep cut to her upper lip (the actress mentioned punches) and bruises on her body.
The alleged incident took place last Saturday, shortly before midnight in the rooms of the chic five star Hotel Eden in Rome. The exact causes of the alleged argument remain unclear but it appears that the two women, friends for years, were supposed to go out together.
After having to wait for Ms Scio who was not ready Naomi lost her temper. Angry words and fists flew apparently resulting in injuries. The hotel’s management denied any knowledge of the incident saying: “we know absolutely nothing”.
Yvonne is said by her friends to be so shocked by the events that she isn’t even responding to her phone. Her father apparently advised her to report the incident and to instruct her lawyer Annamaria Barnardini de Pace to proceed under both penal and civil law. The lawyer confirms this. Naomi was apparently too busy on the set of an advert she is currently filming to be aware of what has happened. According to her Italian agent David Brown, Ms Campbell was apparently in a good mood.
The pair, who usually meet in New York, arranged to spend some time together in Rome. Not more than a few months ago at her 35th birthday party the model declared herself to be much more chilled out after her anger management course.
Not the first time that Naomi has been accused of attacking people. In 1999, following several incidents – including one in which a former assistant alleged Naomi had grabbed her by the throat and hit her on the head with a telephone – she booked herself into the Cottonwood anger-management clinic in Arizona.
