well, at least in the newspaper of the same name, and at
Cantine del’Arena . . . . which is very close by . . .
This thing about spotting similarities is also a problem when I’m saying watching TV, or even sitting in a bar. I’ll say to Lesley, ‘See that guy over there? Who does that remind you of? ‘ She often can’t see any resemblance until I say ‘he’s got so and so’s nose . .’ or eyes or whatever.’ It’s not a ‘skill’ I’m proud of, and it can be real nuisance; I can waste an awful lot of energy trying to think of who some bit-part actor in a TV cop series reminds me of . . .
PS for more ways of wasting time see next post 🙂
I’m always wary of anything bearing oriental calligraphy – not because I don’t like it– but because I don’t understand what it says . . . . I bought a shirt in Singapore, which I’ve never worn it. It has a lovely calligraphic design on the front—- it may say ‘have a nice day’; it may say ‘May happiness go with you wherever you go’ or it may say ‘Have you seen what this idiot looks like?’
Cheesecloth shirt; one owner never worn . . .