06/07/2003 "LONDON AGAIN!" Part 3 eng
is the second part of the reportage of 'London 2: persecution'!
And we keep going! ^____^
"SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE! BANANA! "
So give us good night, we put to bed and it soon becomes clear that the Betta which has the blessing ... you can not make them quit mouth, vomiting is a continuous feel that if the pork in the establishment of the Play Boy allegedly suffered. Raffie and I wanted to stay but there was no way. We were afraid that, when collapsed, exhausted, when we wake we heard Sandra "... then, with his arm ..." as if he had never stopped talking the night before. Sunday, October 1, 2006
Driver Pctv 150e/55e Seven
The next day, Sunday, July 2, Ewyn enters the dining room with mood flourishing of a serial killer. We learn that must necessarily go to the birthday of some English friends who had hosted, when they were three days of shame to go to the British Museum. "Well, damn ..." do "There must be a way to organize!"
We decide to spend the morning at the British!
While we wander from the Rosetta Stone at the gates of Alexandria ('hi Colin!') Taken from various stages of Stendhal syndrome, I'm thinking that it is a place to ... Viggo lover would visit with someone like Viggo ... that would turn even more attractive among the display cases while someone tells you with what you are looking at culture and that someone is Viggo ... and maybe, that's ... uh ... you take the hand ... ... ... arf At this point I found my girlfriends face down on the floor in the vicinity of a fire door that I try something from bubbling puddle of drool where spills, and pull me up when I talk to my insane vision Ewyn understand, how you holding up a column and slit-eyed, even that would not mind at all to you! Unfortunately we miss the road to Silvia, who was unwell and decided to sit and wait in the courtyard of the museum, it tells us Ewyn, was paved with marble and covered with a glass structure only recently. The effect
'cooked alive' that flows from that day of 35 degrees is really interesting. Just entry, Ewyn had grabbed a map, a pen and unlined, saying, "This, this, this and this!" had marked the rooms to visit. Then she slipped his helmet, took the compass and we started to load steps. We have seen the Indian pavilion, with Shiva, Buddha, Ganesha etc etc, what greek with the remains of the Parthenon, we went to Egypt, Latin America and Easter Island, then unfortunately we are back in the courtyard of the British because it was time during lunch and Rosanna had run away. We stopped at the gate waiting for Jules Jordan and saw that they were flying in the area and meet us and after we went to Starbucks because there was one right there and we were starting to go hungry in crisis.
Ewyn Before saying goodbye we had a look for in a penetrating way, he had pointed the finger and had exhaled, "I recommend to you ... Sandra, Erica and refined! A Camden watch out, come out before the five and if something happens to Silvia, rotolerààààà some heads! "And the curious of hearts with head, hands and feet, hopped behind the paint the white roses and singing in the bushes
" Ross dipingiam!
red the tingiam! Neither
blue! Neither partner! Neither rainbow!
Ross tingerem "
Then she turned that had greeted Silvia replied with a flicker of white long eyelashes and a smile and was gone from the subway. Now I was again
Navigator I.
I say again because this is the first time I bring someone around me, usually I am of the Charon turn.
thinking "Damn that hard ..." I take the sandwich with pickles and wonderful frappuccino from straw and suck it with so much passion that laid down again when the glass does not stop the cream begins to leak out and enthusiastically along the straw.
thinking of things I look absolutely innocent, chaste and God-fearing but when they get the Betta Raffie and I can not help but exclaim
"I just made you the cannucciaeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"
I have looked a bit 'worried, but not had no choice to be ferried to Camden from me.
Along the way we were grazing across the sidewalk, as ciabanando fishwives if catch a shortcut or not, when behind us, we feel tight lips humming a tune, but with energy and jubilant with one eye and see this lovely English lady eyed us hopped below now ... right now at left clearly wanted to go ... maybe she thought of singing as a kind of horn ... maybe she felt nice to pretend to have one of those horns that make a jingle stuck in my mouth ... maybe ... did not ask permission first, instead of playing behind a jingle?
Speaking of sound, the phone rings I and my father informs me that the English national will to Stansted for the 15 o'clock that afternoon.
"Damn!" Exclaimed dismal.
My plan to take two beans with a pigeon ... no ... that is killing two birds with one stone goes down the drain. Already I imagined
wriggling between the ankles of those present and grasp the language is that Terry Beckham to give him a couple of Italian lessons in the bathroom of the airport.
"Listen and repeat: Yes, my mistress!"
By subway as usual Raffie gets left on the escalators, in danger of collapse every two to three, but her joyful laugh, saying, "I will remember next voltaaaaaaaa "while being dragged downstream by commuters on the run.
eyeing the stops that separate us from our destination I see that there is also King's Cross.
"Why do not we look at the platform 9 ¾?"
"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
... a bunch of morons ...
do not know what happened to that station, but do not understand anything. To begin
is divided into two, there is no platform 9 but 9b, it is all fenced off and full of steps with a sign unlikely, however, we find the point where they put a label that says' Platform 9 ¾ 'and a trolley for the bags stuck in half brick wall. Obviously we had to pass all the pictures!
They put out so clearly deficient as hordes of us were going to pour on the track where trains to make fools and pretend to jump into the wall ... but we are not entirely satisfied.
We want the real platform 9 ¾ what is between 9 and 10, the one with the red brick arch, so we decide to go looking for him.
sides, I and refining in the head, and Silvia Sandruman to follow, we pass along to others through a columned passage and stopped just beyond.
"Where do we go about that?" I do.
"I think that way!" Makes the Raffie "Because you see, there must be the archway ..." and as she says this sentence is me that I face.
... desert ... "Ahem ... Raffie? I think ... like, right? ... That we lost the Silvia and Sandra ... "She turns herself
" Where the fuck? ... How the heck? ... But they were behind us until two seconds ago! " is upset.
And believe it, because I grow a shadow and a threat in the mind.
Already I seem to feel the warm breath of Ewyn around the package like a thick rope hanging.
"Shit! Cerchiamole! "And we ran all around, wonderful truth of how they did stracazzo to lose sight in four seconds and three steps behind us ... the fact is that we find them.
"Ahahahahahah! But no problem! There is Sandra with her! "Makes Raffi.
I watch "The Sandra? But Sandra does not know a word of English ... "
look to us when we hear in the distance the horse's hoofs the Grim Reaper.
"Well ... but the Englishman knows the Silvia," I am heartened her.
"Yeah ... uh ... let's call them and tell to come back to the track 9 ¾ i want to know how the fuck did they get lost! "Nearly two
balenga we were following in the colonnade between them and us when they put three guys, these three guys come out once have turned to the right, while we We stopped at two straight. Our little friends, a kind of imprinting by migratory birds, have followed them but not actually seeing more. While speaking with howling
bet and cap of the scouts that when you lose you stay right where you are, instead of following strangers in some dark cave, go down underground and install the last car.
arrive at the station in Camden Town.
"girlfriends, go down!" I gathering them with the stick of the shepherdess.
"This little friend!" I respond as we have very politely in front of the doors 'sorpreeeeesa!' opening on the wall.
moment of panic.
"Correteeeeee"
Following the trail of tears Raffie who had been convinced to remain trapped in that car for all eternity, we pass on to the oars as Viking rushing to the head of the car where there was only one door that led to the dock. Camden Town
I must say that I was positively impressed.
You breathe, you know, a pout-Puorro of the new atmosphere between London and the free spirit and innovation of the '70s will ... even for stores like this?
We slipped into the Dark Side and there were all these beautiful clothes that seemed to come out of a vampire movie, tremendissime wedge heels, corsets and lace spider ... kilt!
I tried to get him a photo but the boy, a gnome of poverty among other things, savagely scolded us because we could not.
Seriously, who has been treated as a fishmonger and just inside the Camden market. This should be filthy
budiola Italian doubly stupid or perhaps they just felt more like some people when they go to live in big cities like the City es'infilano a broomstick up the ass by lifting Materazzi to the chin during the anthem because they are convinced of being intimately the best in the world.
I'll understand ... I went to England when I was 16, alone, and I lived there for 6 months, but even the shadow broomsticks.
bad, could be an experience! However, the
merdona, for no reason, talking to his neighbor across the English pulciosa to stand there apostrophe as 'Fucking italians'.
I would have killed her.
"Fucking you'll be there and the pig you 'Mom!" I have done in the Italian (so understood him perfectly) and my girlfriends dragged me off this boat and giggle with the air of dressed of knowingly. While
Raffie bought pins and turned in front of studded leather collars, foam from a stall and the other considering several options, including:
- go back and ruin poker
- running around the stall hissing "Mooooriraaaaiiiiiii!" for 5 or 6 minutes
- grab by the neck and shake screaming, until it goes in the pants Minogue
Obviously I have not done any of this, I was enjoying myself too much to risk arrest, there would be no doubt in fact, that between me and the bobbies would you put in me.
So while Sandra is felt all the shirts with the words 'let me look' that he found and gave to Silvia ravanare opportunity, I took the 5 minutes, which usually takes me to get over this kind of situation.
"Well! I passed! Now I have to look for the posters of Terry! "
I searched all over London and there was no way to find it.
In any event, full of hope, I have trawled across Camden and Virgin in return no results ... I found the box set of Sharpe (TV series with Sean Bean).
raffia and Sandra were running amok throughout the store and probing with his tongue the corners looking for stuff on Orlabbro when I grabbed the DVD with a scream!
I looked at the box-eyed cow in love, I looked at the price and I fell for all the hair.
I must have looked so desperate that a tall black guy came and placed me
"Everything okay?"
And I, who I had not realized that security was "Yes ..." with a tearful voice, staring at the casket eager clasped my hands.
Ride "You want it?" And I
"Eh ... maybe!" He has become and laughed.
It cost 60 pounds ... I left there, along with dozens of handkerchiefs and I got carried away in tears.
Now you put another logistical problem to meet Ewyn! It was 16 and wanted
go to Harrods, but it was too late, we still had to go back to the hotel and make the shower and then go back downtown to meet Tonny, Li and Hendrich. In addition
and I had Raffie sfrittellati feet. Sandra has run
The offer to build a pair each with a banana peel, a cap of beer and a couple of dead leaves, but we declined, as usual Silvia apparently is fresh as a daisy. The call to
Raffie Ewyn and decide to meet you at Harrods and I are so fired without realizing that I'm going to limbo dance style around her shoulders shaking Raffie that call, while singing
"SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE! BANANA! "
"WHY IS WONDERFUL"
We do not make time to attack that we realize that is not a good idea and trying to recall it, we send a message but Super-Ewyn has already slipped into a meter.
"But pork ..." we have to necessarily go and see if she went to Harrods.
While we're there we take a picture at least externally.
Ewyn not there, then go back, more and more death.
Silvia, apart from a slight redness from tanning, is as fresh as a rose ... has an impressive stamina! (It's an optical illusion, I do not have arms ... two-tone)
Appena uscite a Earl’s Court, che ogni volta sa sempre più di casa, una visione, come un soffio d’aria fresca, investe me e la Raffie impegnate a lamentarci senza ritegno: un fico assurdo, alto, capello fluente e con la camicia aperta sul petto liscio! Guizzo di teste da cobra, colpo di capelli al vento, apparizione di trucco alla Houdinì e “Piaceeeeereeeeee!” facciamo in coro con gli occhi a fessura e le narici larghe. Dopo questa botta di vita andiamo al supermercato a comprare i sostentamenti per il D-Day. Siccome io, Betta e Raffie andremo via presto senza poter fare colazione, decidiamo di prendere qualcosa di dolce. Io vorrei i muffin ma siccome non so come fuck you take those baskets to choose to leave them.
fold up the croissants, I also see that smug swaying on the spot with her hand over her mouth while asking, "Hm! ... Jam or chocolate?" But then does not do any more.
back to the hotel and send the Raffie to take a shower first or not we'll never. The
Raffie part, he stumbles on his shoes, backpack, on a flea es'infila in shower.
I spent preparing the stuff for later, I filled my bottle with pull-up cap with carbonated water and I put in a backpack, then I remember that I have to get something, I grab him, slam him playfully on the bed and
* * BUUUUUM
explosion and I am swollen backpack water sparkling like a bagpipe.
Fortunately the camera of 8 mega pixels with 1 GB memory card does not get wet. With the ususal
background noises drowning of Raffi, the Sandra offers to build a camera using nothing but spare a few strands of carpet, a pencil and bread crumbs.
I try but ... resist! Meanwhile
grimly see if there is a hidden part Quelch poster of Terry.
I take a shower too, do a little 'washing of peasants singing folk songs and then it was the turn of the Betta.
We were on the floor, I wiped the hair and Raffie had just stumbled when behind us, naked as Lady Godiva, Sandra jumps out of the process, land, stands a step back and disappears into the bathroom screaming
"POSSOOFFRIVISOLOQUESTOCHIHAVISTOHAVISTOCHINONHAVISTO ..."
very well and so fast that we can dream ... essercelo
The appointment is in Leicester Square for the 20 Raffie but wasted no time, they are the Maronites hours sanding it does not want to speak English with Tonny. A
sending 20 text messages a day in fluent English is ashamed to say two words.
While trying to get me to wear her clothes to impersonate you arrive and we meet three other subjects of His Majesty The Light.
So we follow them, that being in London, We ferry across Soho to a restaurant, that way I do not know that there was but it was chock full of thugs svaccati in the middle of the street with beers. The
Raffie c'inciampa above, I wonder if anyone has a poster of Terry, Ewyn studying the surroundings with eyes slit air alert, the Sandra pulls out a backpack full of beer distiller obvious aim of priming, while Silvia zen test the technique called 'I'm not here, I was seeing'.
brings us to a bistro, cheap, and with friendly staff and the first thing you discover with amazement is that like Totti ... I wonder how we came into topic ... maybe because I screamed and refining "TOTTEEEEY! TETTEEEEY THAT! "Every 3 words? As soon as we
order
"I'll have a pancake!"
"I know ... one pancake ..."
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
us we immediately recognize, so that the next night as we have seen
have exclaimed "Ah! Welcome back (Captain Jack)! Four pancakes again? "Anyway
(Velli noooo ... damn!) While waiting for a part of peddling illegal images. The
Raffie extracts from his wallet some photos of Orlando, the Silvia out of her purse, Tonny sleeves, Hendrika stockings, Li-haired, Sandra ... er ... the best not, however, had too!
I participate a little 'just to talk and try, sweating uncontrollably, to understand what about them because the accent of native speakers as close I have no trouble understanding Tonny. When it's my pancake with salad, creamed spinach, goat cheese and basmati rice to drool attack and I wonder how good!
While we are at the sweet, Tonny and Raffie give me the terrible news that some girls in Leicester Square already slept on the ground to take the posts and I enter into a limbo of panic.
I'm almost certain that this time we play the front row!
The reason I still do not know ... We salute you and
We meet the morning after, with the classic 'who send us a good Totteeey!' or 'let go and let Totteeey'
By subway, so as not to feel the pain in the feet, and I Raffie we placed in the so-called wind tunnel (in front of the window at the top of the car) to make Titanic.
"No," cried lie behind "Why do I do Jack?"
he walked back to the hotel there is taking it so well that we begin to sing out loud a whole repertoire by Sandruman & Ewyn with
'Blighted Spring '
' Is it because I love you '
' Happiness' and of course
'Nostalgia rogue'
while dancing and doing the follow shot of the helmet Carrà: all this in front of a police patrol parked.
"TOTTEEEY! WITH THAT TETTEEY TUTƯƯƯ! "Back in the room screaming.
I was so bad that I could spararmici feet above and not feel the difference.
raffia instead of a bush had stopped between the teeth from dinner.
stumbles on the charger, it lands on the bed and calmly Ravana takes her bag, muttering in a manner unintelligible.
"But where yet ... perhaps ... hmmm, no ... later? There he is! "Exclaims triumphantly pulling out a box of dirty paper and crumpled from which he pulls out a toothpick put to work immediately. That's where Ravana
intensity when I decide to lean from just above the rim of the bag to peek inside
"Oh There!" I do "A coat hanger!"
and refining "Eheheheheheheheh! Oh but look! Orlando Bloom! ... Oh no ... what I pull out tomorrow! "
Obviously we prepare for everything and good Tottey the drudgery of the day, there are 23.30 and say 'Come on, we sleep that tomorrow we should get up at 5!"
At 1:00 we are still awake, and mica to solve the problem of world hunger, stains. Following the thread of
maialata Sandra's usual end up thinking in terms of 'vulva'.
At one point, responding to a bar of Raffi,
exclaimed, "No, you were wrong! The Sandra is VULVERINE "
... and believe me: you do NOT want to know what the place of the claws!
taken by these speeches, which are closely related to re-establish the balance of world power, at some point I make in Vulverine
"Oh ... I like it to me and Eric Bana!"
"Yes, but ... why?" Insists Sandra.
"Why ... why ... why me and polite men's men"
He thinks for a moment on, then asks me "But ... then Orlando? "
I watch" I like it because Orlando wonderful. "
" FINALLY A LITTLE 'TERRY'
- THE BEGINNING OF OUR D-DAY -
God ... I feel bad.
I feel it already, then I damn snot runny nose from one nostril to be exact, right ... how am I going to premiere?
I turn around and tell him "This is no ... as I can hold out for all those hours?"
And he smiles at me, sweet and thoughtful as usual.
looked into his eyes, deep and blue and I know that everything will be fine, because he will take care of me, as does forever.
A blanket covers me away, like a warm hug and the soundness of his body next to mine.
I smile ... I almost feel better already ... and a crash
dry and the door opens "Macchi indoor pool," he cries, the other, with his usual way from the slums pub "you into shape I "I said this and pulls the blanket off me and reassuring me taken from the arms, dragged, almost like a primitive, in the kitchen.
slams me in front of a white cup, we poured it into something of steaming, black and strong "Drink! There is nothing better than a good Irish coffee, a cold, "and I send down.
At that moment he arrives at the door. It says nothing but I already know everything, because you see how he looks at you ... when he looks at you that way, there's no way not to understand it. The address
a contrite look on the other hand ... how can I let go when the other in front of me slams a jug full of dark stuff? "Guinness!" Exclaims proudly, "Throw it down all that grows hair on his chest to the nuns!" And how do you resist so much, I say? I take the beer, knowing that I will not heal and I drink it with a crash and then I turn to him, remained at the door. I know they do not approve at all, but I Bambi eyes and he can not resist much and comes and sits next to me.
"Gheeeeeeeee" I think instead I say "Well now ... let's see how you can make me feel better ..." by adding an alluring flicker of an eye, raise my hand and ...
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP * * *
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
* * * BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
" AAAAHHHHH "I jumped up on the bed" VIGGIANO! COLIN! QUIIIII AGAIN! "
I look around me with barely concealed disgust and then regrowth head under the pillow" Wake of shit ... "grumble.
thunder.
"WONDER WOMAAAAAN! All the world is waiting for youuuuu! Tarattararattattarattaaaaaa! And the power you posess! Lalallaralallaaaaaa! "Sandra was already dressed and waiting for us at the door.
Unexpectedly, I really blocked nose ...
"Cobidciabo bede ..." gasp, then pull out a leg from under the sheet and delivers a giant bed pedatone Raffi.
"Mmmmmmm" is the only answer I get.
The atmosphere is relaxed, as the foot of a guillotine. The
Raffie stumbles, turns on the phone and no time to say 'Olendou' there comes a message from Emy
"Move here because it is already crowded" were
5.30 am ... just
Panico. "Let's move the fuck! Let's move! ... First of all, we have breakfast ... "I take the croissant and watch the figure: a croissant with jam which is coated by a knife.
"Raffie but ..." I open and taste one. Salt
as shit.
"But Christ ... but this sucks!" Do as I chased one into the mouth through her tears.
"But ... how? It is not filling? "Makes Raffi.
"I say that?" I tell her face with her cheeks streaked with tears.
They really shit but there's more.
"Eat." Enjoined the handing her the tray with grim determination.
"M-I really do not ... but I'm very hungry!" Try to do both you Sandruman, but I thicken the eyebrows to Ken Shiro and I "You have three seconds to eat, then your internal organs will mix like a cube rubik become genetically and two female kangaroos. "
They ate.
Obviously there is now the yellow of the day: where is the bag of filthy socks with Raffie?
And even more: who hath been fucked up the only pair of clean socks who had lovingly prepared the night before?
We'll never know, so we are preparing to go there and put underground. I
Meanwhile, as usual, I just want pass out and wake up just before the arrival of Orlando immoral, but as this is possible seems to me in all its evidence when we get to Leicester Square and see the whole front row is occupied ... there is a hole free. We
back and forth a few times, it's only seven and I lift my eyes to heaven
"Holy Totti you help us!" He exclaimed.
take place behind the folding chair with two girls who were there from one of those nights, we thought it just shut those fucking chairs perhaps at least one of us would be able to move forward.
Poor deluded.
behind what I did not know I was finished. The
baldraccacce had to force had lost the light of the eyes because a moment before I have kindly lent their chair while the next minute they were rude to be more of this land.
to one of two that had problems with his knee, to return the favor, I did the rest on my leg because he could draw ... but the problem was the other.
was hysterical, a real fury.
when you reach the Raffie had 'friendship' with two Frenchman in the front row thanks to its Echelon bracelet (not the outer ear, but the group of supporters of Jared); the baldracchissime (there hath been thrown out of the World bitches!) were there for Johnny Depp and suddenly all I torna.
Avevamo fatto i conti senza l’oste…non c’era solo Orlando dietro cui sbavare, era pieno anche delle maialacce di Johnny!
Io adoro Johnny Depp, potrei baciare la terra dove cammina perché come attore proprio non gli si può dire un cazzo…ma le fans che avevamo attorno, comprese le due inglesi sulle seggiole…avrei potuto dargli fuoco!
La Raffie una volta saputo che per le francesi Orlando Bloom avrebbe potuto anche morire di herpes, ha tentato d’insinuare che forse una volta passato Johnny potevano cederci la prima fila.
“Col cazzò!” hanno risposto elegantemente.
Stessa cosa con quelle davanti a me.
“Si! Si! Quando arriva Orlando ci abbassiamo, because we do not give a fuck no! "
Eheheheheheheh ... oh no, huh?
When it came to the unattainable had a reaction of only what I call 'Underwear of Flames' and have made zoccoleggiare screaming and waving their blocchettini for un'autografo.
... and so ... Orlando sucks, eh?
At 7:10 we were sitting on the cold pavement in Leicester Square, with a whole day in front of agony. The
Sandra has slipped sleeping in a lavish three minutes with a lot of shooting when you wake up, scared to death that the Raffie was leaning on my shoulder while I unfortunately I have not slept a wink, maybe I was too comfortable, since it usually collapse when they are standing, pressed against a fence and with the people who savagely beats me. Shortly after arriving
Rosanna and Silvia. The
had taken place at that very moment, but we can not keep it when everyone stood up for no reason.
Ewyn do you put the helmet with a quiet, half closes his eyes and goes "No problem ... I PENZ EC"
Shortly after he was in second row to my right, I left the Betta, then Raffi, Tonny Hendrich and Li, who arrived later.
the blessed daughter of Hendrich, and knowing that somehow never drooled on Terry (maybe because I saw the billboard lick Piccadilly?), gave me a newspaper clipping with a picture that I licked it carefully and put in my black block.
"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU PASS ... savvy?"
The Silvia had found a possible opening for putting the first row behind the girl who had come from Naples to San Remo in February but unfortunately the crowd will be such that the poor Silvia eventually crushed by a handful of Virago and the Valkyries, who beat her from behind, who stepped on the front, those who bludgeoned his hips.
the morning progresses, people continue to arrive and we can have shadow until 11, when the sun beyond the buildings We shine in the skull under full power. The
Raffie while eating.
no sandwiches, no biscuits or snacks ... no.
In my nails had been sprinkled with tomato and basil glaze, you know not? such as garlic or shit to eat them not to be missed.
Here, she had brought a snack!
He had grown in love for months, fighting and then, in a morning tour of the premiere dell'Antologia of Perdition, he had just made out like a swarm of termites could have done.
Around 9.30/10.00 begin to put hurdles in front of and behind us was a guy who pretended to be Jack Sparrow.
For this picture I caught him by his girlfriend ... even a dirty look from him, but I do not know if it was because all of a sudden I turned around and I spoke in English (who knows ... maybe he did not think I understood them) or because they did not remember to be dressed in costume and I thought I was in love with him.
Meanwhile, the sun beat down mercilessly. Ewyn out a Tubettoni protection and 40 under the umbrella gets quiet. I , fava beans, I had not brought the hat and saw plus dark brown did not make me a dick, the security men were sprayed with water almost every two minutes, we stocked up on water and a point I even arrived with buckets full of water and ice from which fished with glasses ... and that's because it had already passed out three. What's more they started to rehearse the fire from a dozen unions over the entrance of the Odeon. It was amazing how there came to every blaze on a gust of hot air, yet we were at least 7 meters.
's music pirates that spread in the air did not help at all, rather increased the sense of general tension. After lunch
Raffie bursts into tears because she wanted and Tonny has closely followed the case, for sympathy!
But we do not have time for snot, because we have to place the banners.
politely ask those wankers in front if we can hang our banners. Initially agree, As soon as the cameras begin to steer them asking them to Orlando Bloom, these licks penises go out of Sunday's melon.
really angry attack to complain, avoiding like the plague and the interviewers to be there for clarifying 'Jooohnneeeey' and not 'Olendou', after which, with their brains adapted to move very smooth from the scrotum, attach sheets of the billboard that says who knows thing, that the security men did their upbeat saying they were offensive.
"Poor cocksucker ..." I murmured, looking at them with condescension by yet hidden camera.
Johnneeeey I mean ... would not have stopped to give him after seeing those shots, as they do not even gave it to him before.
Those spatulas to shit failed to plug the mouth even when they came to interview for his wonderful banner Tonny, have necessarily had to scream that was beautiful and Orlando Johnneeeey
not ... I repeat ... so do not give him the same ... They
did the same thing to Ewyn interview that exposed his whole theory about Orlando, and I swelled with pride seeing his face interviewer that he expected a "sexy beast!" response.
I interviewed anyone m'aveva then I enjoyed it my way, I did redo a scene twice, the presenter who had the insane idea of shooting in front of me every time he passed him yelled "TOTTEEEEYYYY!! "
At one point, as expected, and I Betta we found Johnny's Version of 'Club of broken chips 2' ... this gang of prostitutes began to push two o'clock in the afternoon and all because we left 30 cm space not to crush the barrier in front of the two soffiablabla.
I say that after how we behaved in this award will go to paradise, but Betty says that for the pricks heaven is not there.
Perhaps you're right, it takes the evil in life, as you know that Ewyn army as a Marine, was leading his lips here and there to maintain its position.
I said, the crap they were just going to leave that space with an insult.
I wanted to turn around and say the "Look ... it's only half past two, they'll arrive around half past six I know there's no need to start pushing now 'cos now you're third row and third row you'll be later. I'm not going to let you pass ... savvy? "
had arrived by then and wanted to upset? ... Saw a beautiful world.
\u0026lt;/ lj-cut>
Ewyn Before saying goodbye we had a look for in a penetrating way, he had pointed the finger and had exhaled, "I recommend to you ... Sandra, Erica and refined! A Camden watch out, come out before the five and if something happens to Silvia, rotolerààààà some heads! "And the curious of hearts with head, hands and feet, hopped behind the paint the white roses and singing in the bushes
" Ross dipingiam!
red the tingiam! Neither
blue! Neither partner! Neither rainbow!
Ross tingerem "
Then she turned that had greeted Silvia replied with a flicker of white long eyelashes and a smile and was gone from the subway. Now I was again
Navigator I.
I say again because this is the first time I bring someone around me, usually I am of the Charon turn.
thinking "Damn that hard ..." I take the sandwich with pickles and wonderful frappuccino from straw and suck it with so much passion that laid down again when the glass does not stop the cream begins to leak out and enthusiastically along the straw.
thinking of things I look absolutely innocent, chaste and God-fearing but when they get the Betta Raffie and I can not help but exclaim
"I just made you the cannucciaeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"
I have looked a bit 'worried, but not had no choice to be ferried to Camden from me.
Along the way we were grazing across the sidewalk, as ciabanando fishwives if catch a shortcut or not, when behind us, we feel tight lips humming a tune, but with energy and jubilant with one eye and see this lovely English lady eyed us hopped below now ... right now at left clearly wanted to go ... maybe she thought of singing as a kind of horn ... maybe she felt nice to pretend to have one of those horns that make a jingle stuck in my mouth ... maybe ... did not ask permission first, instead of playing behind a jingle?
Speaking of sound, the phone rings I and my father informs me that the English national will to Stansted for the 15 o'clock that afternoon.
"Damn!" Exclaimed dismal.
My plan to take two beans with a pigeon ... no ... that is killing two birds with one stone goes down the drain. Already I imagined
wriggling between the ankles of those present and grasp the language is that Terry Beckham to give him a couple of Italian lessons in the bathroom of the airport.
"Listen and repeat: Yes, my mistress!"
By subway as usual Raffie gets left on the escalators, in danger of collapse every two to three, but her joyful laugh, saying, "I will remember next voltaaaaaaaa "while being dragged downstream by commuters on the run.
eyeing the stops that separate us from our destination I see that there is also King's Cross.
"Why do not we look at the platform 9 ¾?"
"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
... a bunch of morons ...
do not know what happened to that station, but do not understand anything. To begin
is divided into two, there is no platform 9 but 9b, it is all fenced off and full of steps with a sign unlikely, however, we find the point where they put a label that says' Platform 9 ¾ 'and a trolley for the bags stuck in half brick wall. Obviously we had to pass all the pictures!
They put out so clearly deficient as hordes of us were going to pour on the track where trains to make fools and pretend to jump into the wall ... but we are not entirely satisfied.
We want the real platform 9 ¾ what is between 9 and 10, the one with the red brick arch, so we decide to go looking for him.
sides, I and refining in the head, and Silvia Sandruman to follow, we pass along to others through a columned passage and stopped just beyond.
"Where do we go about that?" I do.
"I think that way!" Makes the Raffie "Because you see, there must be the archway ..." and as she says this sentence is me that I face.
... desert ... "Ahem ... Raffie? I think ... like, right? ... That we lost the Silvia and Sandra ... "She turns herself
" Where the fuck? ... How the heck? ... But they were behind us until two seconds ago! " is upset.
And believe it, because I grow a shadow and a threat in the mind.
Already I seem to feel the warm breath of Ewyn around the package like a thick rope hanging.
"Shit! Cerchiamole! "And we ran all around, wonderful truth of how they did stracazzo to lose sight in four seconds and three steps behind us ... the fact is that we find them.
"Ahahahahahah! But no problem! There is Sandra with her! "Makes Raffi.
I watch "The Sandra? But Sandra does not know a word of English ... "
look to us when we hear in the distance the horse's hoofs the Grim Reaper.
"Well ... but the Englishman knows the Silvia," I am heartened her.
"Yeah ... uh ... let's call them and tell to come back to the track 9 ¾ i want to know how the fuck did they get lost! "Nearly two
balenga we were following in the colonnade between them and us when they put three guys, these three guys come out once have turned to the right, while we We stopped at two straight. Our little friends, a kind of imprinting by migratory birds, have followed them but not actually seeing more. While speaking with howling
bet and cap of the scouts that when you lose you stay right where you are, instead of following strangers in some dark cave, go down underground and install the last car.
arrive at the station in Camden Town.
"girlfriends, go down!" I gathering them with the stick of the shepherdess.
"This little friend!" I respond as we have very politely in front of the doors 'sorpreeeeesa!' opening on the wall.
moment of panic.
"Correteeeeee"
Following the trail of tears Raffie who had been convinced to remain trapped in that car for all eternity, we pass on to the oars as Viking rushing to the head of the car where there was only one door that led to the dock. Camden Town
I must say that I was positively impressed.
You breathe, you know, a pout-Puorro of the new atmosphere between London and the free spirit and innovation of the '70s will ... even for stores like this?
We slipped into the Dark Side and there were all these beautiful clothes that seemed to come out of a vampire movie, tremendissime wedge heels, corsets and lace spider ... kilt!
I tried to get him a photo but the boy, a gnome of poverty among other things, savagely scolded us because we could not.
Seriously, who has been treated as a fishmonger and just inside the Camden market. This should be filthy
budiola Italian doubly stupid or perhaps they just felt more like some people when they go to live in big cities like the City es'infilano a broomstick up the ass by lifting Materazzi to the chin during the anthem because they are convinced of being intimately the best in the world.
I'll understand ... I went to England when I was 16, alone, and I lived there for 6 months, but even the shadow broomsticks.
bad, could be an experience! However, the
merdona, for no reason, talking to his neighbor across the English pulciosa to stand there apostrophe as 'Fucking italians'.
I would have killed her.
"Fucking you'll be there and the pig you 'Mom!" I have done in the Italian (so understood him perfectly) and my girlfriends dragged me off this boat and giggle with the air of dressed of knowingly. While
Raffie bought pins and turned in front of studded leather collars, foam from a stall and the other considering several options, including:
- go back and ruin poker
- running around the stall hissing "Mooooriraaaaiiiiiii!" for 5 or 6 minutes
- grab by the neck and shake screaming, until it goes in the pants Minogue
Obviously I have not done any of this, I was enjoying myself too much to risk arrest, there would be no doubt in fact, that between me and the bobbies would you put in me.
So while Sandra is felt all the shirts with the words 'let me look' that he found and gave to Silvia ravanare opportunity, I took the 5 minutes, which usually takes me to get over this kind of situation.
"Well! I passed! Now I have to look for the posters of Terry! "
I searched all over London and there was no way to find it.
In any event, full of hope, I have trawled across Camden and Virgin in return no results ... I found the box set of Sharpe (TV series with Sean Bean).
raffia and Sandra were running amok throughout the store and probing with his tongue the corners looking for stuff on Orlabbro when I grabbed the DVD with a scream!
I looked at the box-eyed cow in love, I looked at the price and I fell for all the hair.
I must have looked so desperate that a tall black guy came and placed me
"Everything okay?"
And I, who I had not realized that security was "Yes ..." with a tearful voice, staring at the casket eager clasped my hands.
Ride "You want it?" And I
"Eh ... maybe!" He has become and laughed.
It cost 60 pounds ... I left there, along with dozens of handkerchiefs and I got carried away in tears.
Now you put another logistical problem to meet Ewyn! It was 16 and wanted
go to Harrods, but it was too late, we still had to go back to the hotel and make the shower and then go back downtown to meet Tonny, Li and Hendrich. In addition
and I had Raffie sfrittellati feet. Sandra has run
The offer to build a pair each with a banana peel, a cap of beer and a couple of dead leaves, but we declined, as usual Silvia apparently is fresh as a daisy. The call to
Raffie Ewyn and decide to meet you at Harrods and I are so fired without realizing that I'm going to limbo dance style around her shoulders shaking Raffie that call, while singing
"SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE! BANANA! "
"WHY IS WONDERFUL"
We do not make time to attack that we realize that is not a good idea and trying to recall it, we send a message but Super-Ewyn has already slipped into a meter.
"But pork ..." we have to necessarily go and see if she went to Harrods.
While we're there we take a picture at least externally.
Ewyn not there, then go back, more and more death.
Silvia, apart from a slight redness from tanning, is as fresh as a rose ... has an impressive stamina! (It's an optical illusion, I do not have arms ... two-tone)
Appena uscite a Earl’s Court, che ogni volta sa sempre più di casa, una visione, come un soffio d’aria fresca, investe me e la Raffie impegnate a lamentarci senza ritegno: un fico assurdo, alto, capello fluente e con la camicia aperta sul petto liscio! Guizzo di teste da cobra, colpo di capelli al vento, apparizione di trucco alla Houdinì e “Piaceeeeereeeeee!” facciamo in coro con gli occhi a fessura e le narici larghe. Dopo questa botta di vita andiamo al supermercato a comprare i sostentamenti per il D-Day. Siccome io, Betta e Raffie andremo via presto senza poter fare colazione, decidiamo di prendere qualcosa di dolce. Io vorrei i muffin ma siccome non so come fuck you take those baskets to choose to leave them.
fold up the croissants, I also see that smug swaying on the spot with her hand over her mouth while asking, "Hm! ... Jam or chocolate?" But then does not do any more.
back to the hotel and send the Raffie to take a shower first or not we'll never. The
Raffie part, he stumbles on his shoes, backpack, on a flea es'infila in shower.
I spent preparing the stuff for later, I filled my bottle with pull-up cap with carbonated water and I put in a backpack, then I remember that I have to get something, I grab him, slam him playfully on the bed and
* * BUUUUUM
explosion and I am swollen backpack water sparkling like a bagpipe.
Fortunately the camera of 8 mega pixels with 1 GB memory card does not get wet. With the ususal
background noises drowning of Raffi, the Sandra offers to build a camera using nothing but spare a few strands of carpet, a pencil and bread crumbs.
I try but ... resist! Meanwhile
grimly see if there is a hidden part Quelch poster of Terry.
I take a shower too, do a little 'washing of peasants singing folk songs and then it was the turn of the Betta.
We were on the floor, I wiped the hair and Raffie had just stumbled when behind us, naked as Lady Godiva, Sandra jumps out of the process, land, stands a step back and disappears into the bathroom screaming
"POSSOOFFRIVISOLOQUESTOCHIHAVISTOHAVISTOCHINONHAVISTO ..."
very well and so fast that we can dream ... essercelo
The appointment is in Leicester Square for the 20 Raffie but wasted no time, they are the Maronites hours sanding it does not want to speak English with Tonny. A
sending 20 text messages a day in fluent English is ashamed to say two words.
While trying to get me to wear her clothes to impersonate you arrive and we meet three other subjects of His Majesty The Light.
So we follow them, that being in London, We ferry across Soho to a restaurant, that way I do not know that there was but it was chock full of thugs svaccati in the middle of the street with beers. The
Raffie c'inciampa above, I wonder if anyone has a poster of Terry, Ewyn studying the surroundings with eyes slit air alert, the Sandra pulls out a backpack full of beer distiller obvious aim of priming, while Silvia zen test the technique called 'I'm not here, I was seeing'.
brings us to a bistro, cheap, and with friendly staff and the first thing you discover with amazement is that like Totti ... I wonder how we came into topic ... maybe because I screamed and refining "TOTTEEEEY! TETTEEEEY THAT! "Every 3 words? As soon as we
order
"I'll have a pancake!"
"I know ... one pancake ..."
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
us we immediately recognize, so that the next night as we have seen
have exclaimed "Ah! Welcome back (Captain Jack)! Four pancakes again? "Anyway
(Velli noooo ... damn!) While waiting for a part of peddling illegal images. The
Raffie extracts from his wallet some photos of Orlando, the Silvia out of her purse, Tonny sleeves, Hendrika stockings, Li-haired, Sandra ... er ... the best not, however, had too!
I participate a little 'just to talk and try, sweating uncontrollably, to understand what about them because the accent of native speakers as close I have no trouble understanding Tonny. When it's my pancake with salad, creamed spinach, goat cheese and basmati rice to drool attack and I wonder how good!
While we are at the sweet, Tonny and Raffie give me the terrible news that some girls in Leicester Square already slept on the ground to take the posts and I enter into a limbo of panic.
I'm almost certain that this time we play the front row!
The reason I still do not know ... We salute you and
We meet the morning after, with the classic 'who send us a good Totteeey!' or 'let go and let Totteeey'
By subway, so as not to feel the pain in the feet, and I Raffie we placed in the so-called wind tunnel (in front of the window at the top of the car) to make Titanic.
"No," cried lie behind "Why do I do Jack?"
he walked back to the hotel there is taking it so well that we begin to sing out loud a whole repertoire by Sandruman & Ewyn with
'Blighted Spring '
' Is it because I love you '
' Happiness' and of course
'Nostalgia rogue'
while dancing and doing the follow shot of the helmet Carrà: all this in front of a police patrol parked.
"TOTTEEEY! WITH THAT TETTEEY TUTƯƯƯ! "Back in the room screaming.
I was so bad that I could spararmici feet above and not feel the difference.
raffia instead of a bush had stopped between the teeth from dinner.
stumbles on the charger, it lands on the bed and calmly Ravana takes her bag, muttering in a manner unintelligible.
"But where yet ... perhaps ... hmmm, no ... later? There he is! "Exclaims triumphantly pulling out a box of dirty paper and crumpled from which he pulls out a toothpick put to work immediately. That's where Ravana
intensity when I decide to lean from just above the rim of the bag to peek inside
"Oh There!" I do "A coat hanger!"
and refining "Eheheheheheheheh! Oh but look! Orlando Bloom! ... Oh no ... what I pull out tomorrow! "
Obviously we prepare for everything and good Tottey the drudgery of the day, there are 23.30 and say 'Come on, we sleep that tomorrow we should get up at 5!"
At 1:00 we are still awake, and mica to solve the problem of world hunger, stains. Following the thread of
maialata Sandra's usual end up thinking in terms of 'vulva'.
At one point, responding to a bar of Raffi,
exclaimed, "No, you were wrong! The Sandra is VULVERINE "
... and believe me: you do NOT want to know what the place of the claws!
taken by these speeches, which are closely related to re-establish the balance of world power, at some point I make in Vulverine
"Oh ... I like it to me and Eric Bana!"
"Yes, but ... why?" Insists Sandra.
"Why ... why ... why me and polite men's men"
He thinks for a moment on, then asks me "But ... then Orlando? "
I watch" I like it because Orlando wonderful. "
" FINALLY A LITTLE 'TERRY'
- THE BEGINNING OF OUR D-DAY -
God ... I feel bad.
I feel it already, then I damn snot runny nose from one nostril to be exact, right ... how am I going to premiere?
I turn around and tell him "This is no ... as I can hold out for all those hours?"
And he smiles at me, sweet and thoughtful as usual.
looked into his eyes, deep and blue and I know that everything will be fine, because he will take care of me, as does forever.
A blanket covers me away, like a warm hug and the soundness of his body next to mine.
I smile ... I almost feel better already ... and a crash
dry and the door opens "Macchi indoor pool," he cries, the other, with his usual way from the slums pub "you into shape I "I said this and pulls the blanket off me and reassuring me taken from the arms, dragged, almost like a primitive, in the kitchen.
slams me in front of a white cup, we poured it into something of steaming, black and strong "Drink! There is nothing better than a good Irish coffee, a cold, "and I send down.
At that moment he arrives at the door. It says nothing but I already know everything, because you see how he looks at you ... when he looks at you that way, there's no way not to understand it. The address
a contrite look on the other hand ... how can I let go when the other in front of me slams a jug full of dark stuff? "Guinness!" Exclaims proudly, "Throw it down all that grows hair on his chest to the nuns!" And how do you resist so much, I say? I take the beer, knowing that I will not heal and I drink it with a crash and then I turn to him, remained at the door. I know they do not approve at all, but I Bambi eyes and he can not resist much and comes and sits next to me.
"Gheeeeeeeee" I think instead I say "Well now ... let's see how you can make me feel better ..." by adding an alluring flicker of an eye, raise my hand and ...
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP * * *
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
* * * BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
" AAAAHHHHH "I jumped up on the bed" VIGGIANO! COLIN! QUIIIII AGAIN! "
I look around me with barely concealed disgust and then regrowth head under the pillow" Wake of shit ... "grumble.
thunder.
"WONDER WOMAAAAAN! All the world is waiting for youuuuu! Tarattararattattarattaaaaaa! And the power you posess! Lalallaralallaaaaaa! "Sandra was already dressed and waiting for us at the door.
Unexpectedly, I really blocked nose ...
"Cobidciabo bede ..." gasp, then pull out a leg from under the sheet and delivers a giant bed pedatone Raffi.
"Mmmmmmm" is the only answer I get.
The atmosphere is relaxed, as the foot of a guillotine. The
Raffie stumbles, turns on the phone and no time to say 'Olendou' there comes a message from Emy
"Move here because it is already crowded" were
5.30 am ... just
Panico. "Let's move the fuck! Let's move! ... First of all, we have breakfast ... "I take the croissant and watch the figure: a croissant with jam which is coated by a knife.
"Raffie but ..." I open and taste one. Salt
as shit.
"But Christ ... but this sucks!" Do as I chased one into the mouth through her tears.
"But ... how? It is not filling? "Makes Raffi.
"I say that?" I tell her face with her cheeks streaked with tears.
They really shit but there's more.
"Eat." Enjoined the handing her the tray with grim determination.
"M-I really do not ... but I'm very hungry!" Try to do both you Sandruman, but I thicken the eyebrows to Ken Shiro and I "You have three seconds to eat, then your internal organs will mix like a cube rubik become genetically and two female kangaroos. "
They ate.
Obviously there is now the yellow of the day: where is the bag of filthy socks with Raffie?
And even more: who hath been fucked up the only pair of clean socks who had lovingly prepared the night before?
We'll never know, so we are preparing to go there and put underground. I
Meanwhile, as usual, I just want pass out and wake up just before the arrival of Orlando immoral, but as this is possible seems to me in all its evidence when we get to Leicester Square and see the whole front row is occupied ... there is a hole free. We
back and forth a few times, it's only seven and I lift my eyes to heaven
"Holy Totti you help us!" He exclaimed.
take place behind the folding chair with two girls who were there from one of those nights, we thought it just shut those fucking chairs perhaps at least one of us would be able to move forward.
Poor deluded.
behind what I did not know I was finished. The
baldraccacce had to force had lost the light of the eyes because a moment before I have kindly lent their chair while the next minute they were rude to be more of this land.
to one of two that had problems with his knee, to return the favor, I did the rest on my leg because he could draw ... but the problem was the other.
was hysterical, a real fury.
when you reach the Raffie had 'friendship' with two Frenchman in the front row thanks to its Echelon bracelet (not the outer ear, but the group of supporters of Jared); the baldracchissime (there hath been thrown out of the World bitches!) were there for Johnny Depp and suddenly all I torna.
Avevamo fatto i conti senza l’oste…non c’era solo Orlando dietro cui sbavare, era pieno anche delle maialacce di Johnny!
Io adoro Johnny Depp, potrei baciare la terra dove cammina perché come attore proprio non gli si può dire un cazzo…ma le fans che avevamo attorno, comprese le due inglesi sulle seggiole…avrei potuto dargli fuoco!
La Raffie una volta saputo che per le francesi Orlando Bloom avrebbe potuto anche morire di herpes, ha tentato d’insinuare che forse una volta passato Johnny potevano cederci la prima fila.
“Col cazzò!” hanno risposto elegantemente.
Stessa cosa con quelle davanti a me.
“Si! Si! Quando arriva Orlando ci abbassiamo, because we do not give a fuck no! "
Eheheheheheheh ... oh no, huh?
When it came to the unattainable had a reaction of only what I call 'Underwear of Flames' and have made zoccoleggiare screaming and waving their blocchettini for un'autografo.
... and so ... Orlando sucks, eh?
At 7:10 we were sitting on the cold pavement in Leicester Square, with a whole day in front of agony. The
Sandra has slipped sleeping in a lavish three minutes with a lot of shooting when you wake up, scared to death that the Raffie was leaning on my shoulder while I unfortunately I have not slept a wink, maybe I was too comfortable, since it usually collapse when they are standing, pressed against a fence and with the people who savagely beats me. Shortly after arriving
Rosanna and Silvia. The
had taken place at that very moment, but we can not keep it when everyone stood up for no reason.
Ewyn do you put the helmet with a quiet, half closes his eyes and goes "No problem ... I PENZ EC"
Shortly after he was in second row to my right, I left the Betta, then Raffi, Tonny Hendrich and Li, who arrived later.
the blessed daughter of Hendrich, and knowing that somehow never drooled on Terry (maybe because I saw the billboard lick Piccadilly?), gave me a newspaper clipping with a picture that I licked it carefully and put in my black block.
"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU PASS ... savvy?"
The Silvia had found a possible opening for putting the first row behind the girl who had come from Naples to San Remo in February but unfortunately the crowd will be such that the poor Silvia eventually crushed by a handful of Virago and the Valkyries, who beat her from behind, who stepped on the front, those who bludgeoned his hips.
the morning progresses, people continue to arrive and we can have shadow until 11, when the sun beyond the buildings We shine in the skull under full power. The
Raffie while eating.
no sandwiches, no biscuits or snacks ... no.
In my nails had been sprinkled with tomato and basil glaze, you know not? such as garlic or shit to eat them not to be missed.
Here, she had brought a snack!
He had grown in love for months, fighting and then, in a morning tour of the premiere dell'Antologia of Perdition, he had just made out like a swarm of termites could have done.
Around 9.30/10.00 begin to put hurdles in front of and behind us was a guy who pretended to be Jack Sparrow.
For this picture I caught him by his girlfriend ... even a dirty look from him, but I do not know if it was because all of a sudden I turned around and I spoke in English (who knows ... maybe he did not think I understood them) or because they did not remember to be dressed in costume and I thought I was in love with him.
Meanwhile, the sun beat down mercilessly. Ewyn out a Tubettoni protection and 40 under the umbrella gets quiet. I , fava beans, I had not brought the hat and saw plus dark brown did not make me a dick, the security men were sprayed with water almost every two minutes, we stocked up on water and a point I even arrived with buckets full of water and ice from which fished with glasses ... and that's because it had already passed out three. What's more they started to rehearse the fire from a dozen unions over the entrance of the Odeon. It was amazing how there came to every blaze on a gust of hot air, yet we were at least 7 meters.
's music pirates that spread in the air did not help at all, rather increased the sense of general tension. After lunch
Raffie bursts into tears because she wanted and Tonny has closely followed the case, for sympathy!
But we do not have time for snot, because we have to place the banners.
politely ask those wankers in front if we can hang our banners. Initially agree, As soon as the cameras begin to steer them asking them to Orlando Bloom, these licks penises go out of Sunday's melon.
really angry attack to complain, avoiding like the plague and the interviewers to be there for clarifying 'Jooohnneeeey' and not 'Olendou', after which, with their brains adapted to move very smooth from the scrotum, attach sheets of the billboard that says who knows thing, that the security men did their upbeat saying they were offensive.
"Poor cocksucker ..." I murmured, looking at them with condescension by yet hidden camera.
Johnneeeey I mean ... would not have stopped to give him after seeing those shots, as they do not even gave it to him before.
Those spatulas to shit failed to plug the mouth even when they came to interview for his wonderful banner Tonny, have necessarily had to scream that was beautiful and Orlando Johnneeeey
not ... I repeat ... so do not give him the same ... They
did the same thing to Ewyn interview that exposed his whole theory about Orlando, and I swelled with pride seeing his face interviewer that he expected a "sexy beast!" response.
I interviewed anyone m'aveva then I enjoyed it my way, I did redo a scene twice, the presenter who had the insane idea of shooting in front of me every time he passed him yelled "TOTTEEEEYYYY!! "
At one point, as expected, and I Betta we found Johnny's Version of 'Club of broken chips 2' ... this gang of prostitutes began to push two o'clock in the afternoon and all because we left 30 cm space not to crush the barrier in front of the two soffiablabla.
I say that after how we behaved in this award will go to paradise, but Betty says that for the pricks heaven is not there.
Perhaps you're right, it takes the evil in life, as you know that Ewyn army as a Marine, was leading his lips here and there to maintain its position.
I said, the crap they were just going to leave that space with an insult.
I wanted to turn around and say the "Look ... it's only half past two, they'll arrive around half past six I know there's no need to start pushing now 'cos now you're third row and third row you'll be later. I'm not going to let you pass ... savvy? "
had arrived by then and wanted to upset? ... Saw a beautiful world.
\u0026lt;/ lj-cut>
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment