05/05/2002" THIEF FROM LONDON " Part 2 05/05/2002
Well, this is our second time soffertissima.
The post is much longer, so as I always say if you want to go to Orlando just the part near the end ... in my opinion, however, to better understand the odyssey to which we subject every time it would be worthwhile to read it in one piece! ^ _-
I hope you have fun and enjoy!
"OH, BUT WE COME TO LONDON?"
Sunday, October 1, 2006
Ideas For Words On Funeral Flowers
STARRING
(In alphabetical order)
Yellow Claudia said: "The Painter"
Erica called the Navigator
"The Maniac" (and nothing to do with Flash Dance ...)
Monica Moon said: "The boar"
Sandra said Sandruman or Betta: Pigs.
GUEST STARRING (come on, guestami me too!)
Orlando Bloom said Laid:
"Prey"
LOCATION London, UK: a bit 'here and a little' there, but also in Leicester Square ... but for some reason ...
RATING LSB ... that is Tears, Sweat and Light! If you are in a weak heart you should go immediately to read the end, because I'm going to take it for long.
EXTRA
Special Features just for you: The Extended Edition (or Extension, said the underground Betta ...) the Premiere!
Visit the "Thoughts hurdle" deepening "When the ribs t'abbandonano: illusions about Orlando Bloom." Vm For section 18, an interesting "Cagherà just me and take me to the Premiere: tie to all the others! ": when the blood does not rise above the knees.
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was Monday, 18 April 2005, at lunchtime and I was blissfully preparing to watch Detective Conan Italy on one (do not comment), when I ring the phone. From ringtone idiot recognize that now is the Sandra.
"What the fuck wants ..." I think as revives me to answer.
"What the fuck is it, Betty!" Speak with grace. "Erica" I am the balenga "you give me an answer right away: come to London next week?"
... silence.
"No, because I'll tell you" makes her "Monday London is the premiere of Kingdom of Heaven Orlando and said that it has ready-hour before PE stands with the fans! "" Aaaah! "I do" Now I understand! And you are my came up with this thing Lon ... ICCHÈ?? "Squeal when the words Orlando + London + Go reach the area most of my brain oxygenated. "I wish! That you come from? "To me casually. Sure, why the London is just around the corner.
"Betta ... oh God ..." I stammer Gaining time "... oh God ... ... Betta"
"because I've got to motifs I went to eat, then return to work, "and laughs.
"Ba, a saw, Betta pig! One day you could me a pochinino before?? "
I get an extension, however, a few hours to digest the news and think about how to tell my father that I would probably go to London to ita screaming in the brain of Orlaido ... While
Shinichi Kudo Conan also said, fixes unlikely cases on the screen of 'One size, I get the blank stare.
"Unne mica near London ... ... London 10 years have passed since the last time I was there, and it was a wonderful experience. But the Laid ... oh God and if you only want there and not see it? Risk of throw away money for nothing. And if not then they go and see him so close as to touch it and then come back and tell me? ... I'll kill him. And who tells him to my father? Already I see the scene:
- Oh Daddy, I go to London next week. I've got to take a slap at the basket Laid! I'll be back for dinner, hold my hot stuff ...
But a little holiday out of the program ... "
And so, at 14.30 or so, the Betta received a message that contained the following words:
" Betty, have your . The Laid not escape me! "
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The days go by and we get to Tuesday 26.
Ever since the morning I did not feel good crabs, I arrive in the evening ... 39 fever!
"Oh no, eh?" I think with the single lobe of the brain that he has not boiled yet.
But oh yeah, eh!
The day after: Cholera!
gastrointestinal outbreak had decided to come for a refresher course in "Science and Application of dysentery Lightning" right in my gut.
for 2 days and I have lived a toilet bowl existence.
I will not say more, for reasons of propriety, but it was liquid on all fronts.
Friday I was a little better and I decided that I would have risked death in London this and that if I hate that shit about the city, then I would have hated for good!
So I, like the knights axonometric studied in junior high, I do the suitcase slowly ... but very slowly ... but so softly that I have finished the next day. Even if I acted too because I ended up lifeless on the ground in a pool of sweat ice (side effects of cholera.)
The next day I had to get on Betta-mobile at 8.15 and both went to bed at like 2 in the morning ... Saturday was a shit with my legs.
Saturday, April 30, 2005, Florence-Pisa-London (but come on ...)
the beep of my mobile phone eyes open with the naturalness of two-beam off-road, the sudden and unnatural transition from the darkest sleep, waking to the sea ready to be responsive to kill in the jungle thicker.
A feeling disgusting. I try to prepare
between sporadic episodes of diarrhea and abundant CISPE eyes, chased up and down the aisle by my father, who had the opportunity to put on her special pair of bat wings and I hovered on the brain trying to let me get the show on ...
"But you take an umbrella?" I told him 8 times a day before I had packed up ... "And the hat? And glasses alone? Have you taken any medications? You did the identity card? "I had done the day before" How many shirts did you get? And the shoes? And raincoats? But who now? ... But you've got an umbrella? ... "And so on.
The Betta, with dad on Betta-Betta-mobile, rose at 8.45 v'immaginate already ... my father.
"Ahahahahahah" tasteful "You got left here, and the airport calls you telling you that if they have forgotten that you were there!" A fool ... "Ahahahahahahah"
In everything I said to him " Sisi. "and tried to gain a few more minutes of sleep on the chair of the computer.
go down the stairs in a hurry ... or rather, her suitcase down the stairs, I rolled the hereafter ... I go on Betta-mobile and I sit down next to yellow. Sandruman sitting there in front of which you see only the teeth and eyes the ball, so she is happy.
From my house we go to fetch Monica, pulling down a hard suitcase completely anonymous (canary yellow), rears sunglasses Celebrities Lady "and the air of a calm and relaxed under amphetamine.
"Alloraa!" Bawls "I started with the ready-forgotten ... the crisis is all morning I open the suitcase because I'm afraid of myself forgotten something! "
After Sandruman's father has been playing tetris with the bags, we leave.
The journey proceeds in joy, the holy man of the father of Sandra drove to Pisa overwhelmed by the comments of a four-crazed beasts hungry ... to be frank, poor Claudia was the most quiet (to be at the His fury only the latest ... especially in front of the house of alleged Orlando), the real problem was me, the Betty and Monica.
account the fact that both I and the Moon are due to hold us, it was all a fly "When I see him grab the leather!" "Ohggesùggesù kill him!"
"I owe him to take off your shoes!"
"Betta, fuck me I guess you owe me vù raise hands!"
"I will faint in front of ..."
"I idem without the S ... "
" the language of coils around the hips and then threw it like a top! "
And so on.
Arrive at the airport, after check-in, dubbed the toilet with diarrhea and then the rain, just to accept, you go to breakfast! Goodbye
hands with the whole-family Betta & Others, and there sits n'ì gate to wait for the flight slobbering London. I
meantime, while the others if they enjoyed and talked of this and that, beginning with a glimpse of the Hostesses at the beginning of the British and Salivary gnashing of teeth ... still do not know, poor plebeian hydrophobic, which at the end of this trip I'll love all the British (especially one ...) and one heck of London, after 10 long years of Anglophobia!
Anyway ... I must say that I was afraid to turn this plane, although it was not the first time I took it.
I, with my mind clouded by panic, the trip was going to force bad, because with so much shit that we have seen, then, why not supposed to fall down the plane?
After all, good start is half the battle, right?
The plane began to vibrate and as the super yellow sleeping with lots of sticky threads of drool on my shoulder, the Moon and the Betta will speak from a seat to another (of course Laid) with me in the middle with eyes glass, fixed and a trail of snot funeral was running from his nose.
My Cheshire Cat grin widens in direct proportion to the speed of the aircraft on the runway and when we get off the ground by the great feeling of lead body model Jack-Jack of "The Incredibles," which I just can not to survive. While the Moon
feel blessed because I was laughing too strong, I twined progressively shrimp model for the failure of pressurization, or whatever. The Yellow
intando went to sleep ...
Lunch on British Airways, even in second class, it is better than many other companies (no, do not work for the British ...) and although this was not a crab.
AH! ... The priceless spectacle of white clouds lit by the sun as if they were distracted by another land I thought landing, while the Moon Betta and still talked of unspeakable things and Yellow awoke with a start, rubbing his hands because
"I LOVE to eat on the plane!" said the person most happy in the world. Some
vacuum above the sleeve (with its bleached and curled on my part) and landed at Gatwick.
do not believe it ... I think ... I'm back in England!
The impact is not very good: while at Pisa airport seemed to be the fair ìppesce, here in London does not fly is a fly that one.
"God Christ!" Exclaimed angrily, "Animo people, there is a Queen not dead!"
And now Claudia "ERICA! Hush! And if you understand? "
And I, like a sour lime" Self! Why do you think they know something other than English? "
What he must have thought about the Moon, only 5 minutes earlier, when it gave notice to a girl got off the plane with us, dragging a small trolley of Barbie, not daring to become as Secca. The Betta
"Monica, it seems that took thee understand."
Mother aspirant 'no, we've got it! "I
" Here we are, needless sorties from the airport, just a figure of shit! "
Monica" But who cares, that you know of who is the Sand "
Yellow" What sleep ... "
At this point the question arises: how the fuck s'esce from here? The Clod knows
it all, "We must seize the train that goes to the south end!" exclaims, raising his fist in the air like He-man in front of Castle Greyskull.
"SIII" we reply in unison, to be brave warriors Sailor.
"Suitcases" is the Betta.
"So do I!" Exclaimed chasing the people who were with us on the plane. During the descent of the ramp and something takes hold of me when you get down, I deliver the icebox type organ transplants (where in reality there were my precious live yoghurt) to rattle Sandruman and "Betty ... you pigliamela the suitcase ... "and run as un'indiavolata up the stairs to the bathrooms.
know what it means to have an attack of brown spray processes in the airport of Gatwick?
No?
Then I tell you.
The cabins are open cup with top, bottom and sides of the door, such as school toilets and there is usually always someone.
seemed that in my position there was a concert of jazz trumpet indescribable ... a shame, but then: how I was right!
That said, you start looking for the famous train inside the airport, but was not, so here I have my first encounter with the good old English and wonder where I am is derived minchiazza deal, as I speak with the girl of information, I seem to have the language of a Instead of my cow, so m'inciampico on words (me poor wretch!) but more or less think I understand.
We go and we have as best you can with the brothel of suitcases, I find myself away from a hold to Monica and say "Oh well, in case I cling to you." And she
"Go Go" at that part of the train and with perfect timing with the launch of my head forward, the precise trajectory of the elbow Muai Thai that the Moon has risen shooting upward to hold onto for support.
God
pain ... Luckily they were all English there.
La Monica has what is called "Elbow murderess in Thailand" what we can open the cans of tuna.
She looks at me, raises an eyebrow and smug, it makes me "Just think if it did it on purpose!" And grins.
However we come to the South Terminal where we have to tickets for the Gatwick Express (info by now the yellow is a true expert in England!) And I (formerly Anglophone) and Betta (holder of the pound) you go to Door to procure tickets.
Twirling on ourselves, we read the signs, we jump to Fracci inside the elevator, we go "AH! THE TRAIN! "And galloped away towards a car.
I do not remember who, screaming "NO! This is the first class "and here I am on the train that sacrament English the first class and we pass the people who travel down the windows and then jump into a wild bunch and place panting pack. We find a place and sit.
The train departs 10 minutes later ...
While the Moon and Betty spoke of the usual inenarrabilità and Claudia made her bouts of violence by listening to Nirvana, I stared out the typical English houses, thinking that I remembered the most ugly and I liked that area: green and very few houses, a few English words. (If there is a huge pro-British, that does not make us much attention to what I say ...) We go down to Victoria Station
... ah! Memories! C'avevo took the train a lot of times, but now there were more shops, it was warmer, there was even the sun and the people (a lot) was outreach and cheerful.
down the stairs of the subway el'aguzzo elbow Moon strikes again!
A few yards beyond the last step, the Moon stops and turns to the Betta that is closely based on and hunched with knees wide (why I do not know ... I think she was tired), we exchange a few code word while I and the Yellow we started to board the subway and I see the face and Monica, for no apparent reason, raise your elbow pointed and precise beats a 5 with the tip of the elbow of a boy who was passing with his arm raised in the same way.
Me and Sandra laughs while we both recoil back to the cask, cartoon model, we set eyes on the ball and burst out laughing in the face.
could become a new fashion, although I must say that it takes a certain precision to center as they did two.
After that me and Betty make the three day pass for zones 1 and 2, and Yellow here that I begin to study the metro lines and all convinced we go up the wrong one.
With three-headed one, and Cerberus all the diabolical, I go down and Clodius followed a few feet from the other two (who were always thinking of the dark side) and thanks to a lady English we can get on the right. We go down to Earls Court
cooked like asses.
"Oh God! The sun ... "I do surprise. Everything changes in the sun, I assure you, everything seemed more beautiful!
"Nevern Square." Proclaims the Yellow convenience, but do not feel even the two conspirators, they began to giggle and lose dangerous drivel.
CE PENZ IO "said pulling my Streetfinder, bought in London for 3 pounds and 50 back in 1995 and laughing like a mad whisper," Follow the Navigator, ahahahahahahahahah! "While accident thoroughly convinced the exit of Earls Court Tube Road with that of Warwick Road, in fact I do not go back more than a cock. Luckily with me is the proud color pastel, exclaimed, "But vàccagher" to the map, paste the nostrils to the ground and follows the smell of breakfast to the hotel Inglese Gardenview.
are now the 17 carcasses when our crossing the threshold. Pick up the keys to the rooms 16 and 21, the receptionist tells us with joy that the lift is broken ... luckily we are on the first floor.
Claudia happens in the hand 16, to the Betta 21.
"Claudia, you do with the rooms, you want to swap?" And I
"Betta, fate has chosen. Better not to exchange. "
climb the stairs wheezing and we immediately realize that this place is not just hot ... it just cream! 16
The room is right in front of the stairs, I enter and Yellow.
There are 2 single bed and a half, the inevitable carpet and the kettle to make tea and coffee, which pulls the Clod cries of infinite happiness and that causes whirling rabbit rubbing his hands, a clear sign of ' appreciation.
I take the bed by the window and see that I have the brain behind the radiator ... thank God it turned off. There are two French windows floor to ceiling and have a wonderful view over the nearby park.
There is a balcony, oh joy! I must sorting at once ... I open the
first glass door and I bent over to close the outer pole, lifted him up, throw the door but does not move anything.
... DAMN!
... I have to open it, it's too hot.
Attack to pull like a possessed, with the big-butt me flying through the air like a balloon and eventually I open it on the head with a crash Ages. I get up between allegorical fountains of blood, but I'm happy.
"Claudia! Come see how nice! "I exclaimed.
"Oh! What joy! "Makes you reach the balcony, I saddled two slaps on the cheeks and falls screaming" Now we make the tea! "
silence ... ... I turned around to see who is doing and 'm lying in bed on his stomach, his mouth open, his head sunk in the pillow, legs wide, toes rolled.
"Claudia? ..."
... ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz "
Oh well, you see that he was sleepy. Undo my suitcase and drives me in the shower. They are on the absolute
of Pavarotti in the first act of Rigoletto
"This for me or quellaaaaaaaaaa
are equal to how many other of intornoooooohh,
of ve-hedooooo around me!
of my cooore, the empire do not hedooo
Oooh-a-better-ha, to another beauty! ZAM-ZAM! "
when they knock on the door.
"Claudia! Vai you? "
... ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
So that, naked as Lady Godiva, I open the door to Betty & Co. which remain amazed (mica for my pink tits to the wind) when they see Claudia emerge from behind the corner, wiping the drool and exclaim "Oh my God ... that I was asleep?"
However we finish preparing to leave, while telling us that Does the light of the process, which made the shower door open, which have the heating on and that their window on the rear ...
"Fate." I say.
"So the fate that Orlando will take us there and it gives you even a shadow," cried maliciously Betta & Moon (Benny & Joon ... ahahaha ... ahem).
"Claudia soon! Let us return for a room with them! "
Finally we leave the hotel from the oven.
program of the evening: dinner and hunting Shit! As we
gnocchi, you go to eat at Piccadilly Circus (oh yeah) ... with your little finger up to the Burger King! Right next door, if we ever go to London or you have been there and had not seen him, Gap is a wonderful and right and left sbavoso store all of Homer Simpson and donuts donuts ...
Stop by and get one, I recommend the one with the strawberry glaze over and small pieces of white chocolate. You'll see why so much like Homer!
However, while the biting their sandwiches dripping with everything inside, I mumbled the chicken salad (surprisingly very good) stealing a potato every now and then ... I will regret later.
After dinner begins the search for the Ivy restaurant, where the curse is often to sharpen the teeth of her "beautiful smile ... like ..." as discussed below, the Claudia.
Earthquake and Traggedia, was not found.
There were a lot of details, provided by our Satellite System in Florence, the "Klarissa Plus" in direct contact by mobile techno-Betta, and there will be 20 West Street in London.
Taken by hysterical exclaimed, "Look lover, there are three metro stations mentioned forming a triangle ... and if Ivy was kind treasure hunt at the point where the bisectors of the sides meet? ... Ahahahahahahah! I'm freaking out! "
The problem was that I was right.
Ivy is located near the center of the triangle formed by the stations Charing Cross, Covent Garden and Tottenham Court.
"Here!" Yelled Monica.
"You guys, shut up! We're too suspicious, "said the Claudia.
"No, why?" I do putting away the telephoto lens and infrared viewer while I remove the lines from the camouflage face with a towel.
"Erica, I'll kill you ... "the Yellow threat.
parked next to the restaurant there is a white limousine, long and with tinted windows. Betta
The Moon and begin to become covered with hair and speak the language of wolves, while Claudia tries to lure them away from the entry with a bone that says "Orlando" above.
I was shitting on me (excuse the French), I had to have a toilet, and quickly!
So with non-nonchalance, step in front of the limo to Ken Shiro thickening the eyebrows in an attempt to see if there's someone inside, there is no one and go on, scanning the wall to see if there was a second exit on that side. None.
continue but I can not find a bathroom, I came back and florins fiorello is the driver of color that is being done outside a sandwich next to the machine.
Eheheheehehehehehehe ... Now I ask him something with ease! But what the heck
wonder?
"OE brother, who is i'Bloom mica in it?"
Then ask him if he knows where a pub (I absolutely had to do) and if the one behind us for the event also acted not from pubs, as well as table for hot carcass.
While I do these stupid questions, I look at it in a penetrating, leaving my eyebrow dance in a whirl suggestive that only he could not understand that the pub I mattered 'These two chestnuts!
nothing. So
revives me sad (and bogged down) to the remaining ¾ of the conspiracy.
La Monica comes up to me and asks me what I knew and then he says "Um ... you should check that there are no side exits ..."
Manina mouth and satisfied laugh tight-lipped "Mhmhmhmhmh! ... There are none ..." I I.
La Monica looks at me complacent "That's it!" And I
"If there is a trap!" Laughter
dismal three of us, while Claudia starts to cough furiously to cover ourselves, as the keeper of the local there is staring at him curiously.
Each of us takes the wait as best he can: I proclaim that they are on public land and do what I want, I lost my British drama, the Monica turns to Grissom (or how to spell it) and picks up from the ground as conclusive evidence occurs in a sudden behavioral analysis "If I were the filthy, where I would live?" Betta contact the satellite navigation system Klarissa-Plus because it attempts to trace a trail of maledettezza that runs through London, while Claudia dedication to see brawny bodyguards appear from everywhere to come and beat us as we suspected! When we see a paparazzo
including big cars stationed in front of the camera think local "is made, there is a shit!" and I do take from a hysterical type centipede in his underwear.
Unfortunately the paparazzi after he goes and we plunged into depression. To de
blow ass there with us, affixed to a box of fruit with camera and notepad for autographs, there's the Bev mythical (or was it Beth? "I confess that I understood when the two presenters have welcomed gay !) superinformata superfan who has given us a few tips for the first Monday Orlaido and where it might be. The first thing was that if we wanted to see something, to go at 6 am in Leicester Square, then explained to us the way the red carpet, then we talked of Splendor, which apparently does not like signing autographs when plated on the street and when he can return home (in England) he likes to sit sheltered and quiet. Things imaginable.
Anyway thank you and shuffle away.
I reached saturation levels unimaginable, taxis have become huge and shiny black porcelain toilets traveling on the road with delicious sciaquone noise, people sitting on benches, everything seemed blissfully to shit, with newspaper men with whom dream of being able to wipe your ass once evacuated passed me dancing on the tips and everywhere I see kids in their intent to make it convenient
diapers ... "Son ... nnh found itself ... a pub that I like it because I've got to make 3 liters of shit! "(notice I said liter and pounds ...)
When searching for a room with a dry place to sit (and I swear that pub had been hiding all: Do not miss one more if he found it) a white limo has cursed stronzissima the idea of moving down the street ... you say, Betty Moon & start running immediately followed by Claudia "Not so fast!" while I trotting sideways, hunched with nostrils wide leaving behind a trail of tears ... I looked like Quasimodo.
still managed to get into a room, a gentleman (which only occupied a table 5) cederci gets up to the job, I store the stuff and run away to the toilet, where sweating and seeds remain unconscious for 10 minutes good.
When I return from my worthy fellows I find that Claudia is cheering vehemently to the exquisite courtesy of the British because they had also given way to the counter.
Our first day in London ends with return travel on the subway (just this time) thanks to my fantastic skills and Claudia doing "Pampulu Pimpulu Parimpampum" signs in front of (not a formula sarda) were always the right way .
The other two had other things to do, I'm sure at some point during the evening of seeing them exchange bat wings and balls of sulfur, thus leaving willingly to the task of finding little rowdy safe routes home. (I must say that I enjoyed ourselves quite a lot and Yellow!)
Once you exit the metro, this time on the side of Warwick Road, we are greeted by a brazen clamor of car horns, filled with English beer that ran naked down the street wrapped in flags, vociava people from roofs of taxis and other casino ... did not know it yet but Chelsea had won the championship after 50 years.
In the hotel we plan for the next day and we part.
is cremated. I stretched out in his underwear and Clod starfish gasping on the bed because we were afraid to leave the window open and we were only on the first floor and the balcony was joined to the other rooms. Suddenly the
Claudia makes me "No. It's too big this bed. "He gets down and starts to pick up the pellet and then covered with earth beside him.
I look at "What are you doing?"
She grabs the triumph of his pajama pants, avvolticciola them, puts them on top of the pile of blankets and exclaims satisfied "And the head of my pajamas!"
... ... ... ... ... silence ... ... ... ... ...
"No is that ..." is justified in seeing embalmed in bed "... I have to build a person because they are not accustomed to sleeping alone!" ... after
smudged by laugh for a couple of minutes, I wish you good night, even the newly born Mister Pyjamas full of passion.
As evidence of the fact that we had been given instead of a quadruple double, we had 2 for a pillow, there we put them both in the head but it was always as if we had nothing.
"Claudia ..."
"Oh ..."
"But you're used to sleep with the pillow down?
" No. I sleep with a giant goose feather pillow. "
" ... but ... these are very low. "
" ... and in fact I am suffering so much. "
And with that we fell asleep.
Sunday, May 1 2005, London
the morning I awake with the sensation of having swallowed a Hobbit Sam ... I live for the accuracy, fitted with a backpack and pans.
sweating despite the temperature freezes the tropic of cancer that was in the hotel, with Betta get down to breakfast and Yellow. La Monica occurs within minutes of spirited and sunglasses.
It is with tears in his eyes that I decide to stay in and rest rather than go shopping for beauty beautiful in London, and will not even try to go to the local Elisium, where it was rumored that the supreme Caccaman would go in the evening after the premiere dance to rock out in sinful and ugly expressions!
I go to bed and sink sleep in a padded room vigilant of asylum. The
Porcos have come back to me at 13.30 with their purchases, I felt a bit 'better so let's make a jelly.
lunch with sandwiches (fresh, I must say) and we throw in meters at a time of the alleged home of Gnocchini. Also in a nice quiet area that is precisely my father hath been ripped off the map and I can not remember the street, which is only eighty but the Betta you remember ^ ^ '
tourist visa case, we use our tried and tested technique of "super ultra concealment" that is hysterical, photo posing, reading of the names on the bell, shamelessly licking the door handle , Rovistatura trash there before and also some sinister plan to infiltrate his home and found us naked on the bed. Let's rest
disconsolate on a bench near the private gardens in the area, while we decide how to spend the rest of the afternoon ... in the evening already knew that we went back in front of Ivy, as the highly sophisticated and tech-Betta-Plus Klarissa had established Marcio that there was in London the night before and had to clean up (although will eat the crap, no?). To accept
you decide to go to Hamley's (I think you write it) which is a great toy store on Regent Street, then taking its Frappuccino from Star Buck's and then to make the donuts Homer! While I was
you decide to go even to Virginia.
I'm in London, I can look that can only be found here? I think I can not miss it!
So I'm going to tackle all the clerks to ask if, by chance, had not Lord of the Dance on DVD, almost unavailable in Italy.
"Yes, ask downstairs." I do. With a polite "Thank you." I walk away just enough so I may hear the horns and the flight to Bettuman shouting "Cel'hannocel'hannocel'hanno! Betta I go down there when I get to meet again on down! "And I eclipsed. A
Once in the "kingdom of all those DVDs you're looking for a lifetime and that you will never find here in Italy," he unleashed with the eight arms of Shiva to ciaccia everywhere, I also find DVDs of films by Ewan who only a year ago I would have killed but for now, given the scarcity of funds as I'm concerned, I can keep from buying. Rapisco a clerk, while the air conditioning of the store is sending me into hypothermia and forced him, also using my secret technique knee seductive, Ravana musicals throughout the area in search of the scene.
I feel satisfied and squeezing the chest stubbornly dvd back up and I see Monica Clod and the top of the stairs, and I launch out attacks leg of the Moon with a "TipregotipregotipregoprestamiisolditelirendoaFirenze" while, Guist, and I try to kick off the loan.
"But where's Sandra?" Claudia does.
As evoked by the voice of the Yellow Yellow is a pale hand that grabs Monica and hooked his arm and dragged her down the stairs.
Claudia and I only hear "There is a biography of Orlando there is only during moviamoci copies!" While a tangle of curly dark hair was long and gone downstairs.
Clod and I follow when doing the stairs with my knees up to the ears and found collected in coils around the exhibitor's biography.
shameful as ever in his life, Monica goes to pay and you go from Star Buck's.
The spectacle of exquisite happiness of Claudia with his drink is something priceless!
He sits on the stool with red cheeks and eyes bright with joy while laughing and Polliannizza extolling the virtues of the magical Frappuccino, which is said to be the favorite beverage of Zeus (who had their teeth even) ... Let's find the
Meanwhile, toy store and buy myself a mystical ring, I'll try to Monica and other "small because I do not know if I like ... (gnamgnam) ..." and watch the swallows Betta "Porca bitch! I want one too! "And splashing in to buy it!
When finally we reach in front of the toy store there closed in the face. La Monica's face so disconsolate that she gets a balloon and a poor baby at her desperate cries to his dad (he also has the balloon, but does not seem to console him crabs ...)
Head back to Earls Court (the Monica proudly waving the white balloon and woe to him that touched) we shop for the long day of premiere.
Piglio bread and seeking something to put in it. Obviously, the cuts have all
color highly unlikely and not inspire me at all when suddenly I see you? The cup!
What the hell makes us the cup in England? You can not!
Then I look better package, I see the boot under the label "Italian sausage" and singing
"Maaaaaammaaaaa! Humming the picciiiinaaaaaaaaa! "While triumphantly grab the package.
Meanwhile, the Moon brings a hysterical because they no longer find the bag with the story of the Virgin of the existence of Laid.
"Good grief, is not that you left on the subway?" Exclaims the Betta worried.
"I remember him as someone on the metro ..."
"Yes" I do "to me because I had to do to see the dvd Betta, but then I've made! "
" Behold! You're seeing that I've got to put me, goes round and round! "Monica screams in a panic running up and down the aisles of the supermarket.
"We try to see through the cheese!" Is in choir and I Yellow, running to put my head in the cheddar cheese while Sandra rummaged among the heads of lettuce and Monica goes screaming GranPremio type machines.
We had started to climb the stack of rolls of paper towels when we reach the Betta and makes us "He had it in the trash, 'is an idiot!" And the next Monica all smiles "And I told you that I'm more cò ì head! "
returned to his room and put the bags in a cool terrace (they would be rotting in the heat that was inside), take a shower and I make the mistake of leaving without the key, that is, leaving Claudia and their own beds for 1 minute or little more ... go downstairs, I'll give the fridge my precious live yoghurt (or else I might die of cholera) and come back up.
Toc toc ...
... nothing.
Toc toc toc!
... silence.
TOC! TOC! TOC! "Claudia!"
course not!
will be gone a moment from Betta & Moon ... I think. So I'm going to knock.
Toc toc ...
"Who is it?" In Italian among others.
"And I am ..." more Italian.
"I Who?" I'm asking seriously.
"baby Jesus ... that who you are! Open me! "
" Ah, you're you. There is the Moon in his underwear! "
" ... So much pleasure that the Clod c'avete here? "
" The Claudia? No! "
laugh. "Then fell asleep, the idiot!"
"Icchè happens?" Emerge from the Monica process. The Betta
ride "The Claudia fell asleep and the gl'apre"
"seize Oh!" Said the other laughing "And now?"
"Oh well, oh well ... I wake up to. When did you finish vù passed to call! "
I come back, I stop at the door and a look ... Sigh
" CLAUDIAAASBAMSBAMSBAMCLAAAUDIAAATOCTOCTOCTOCBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMCLAAAUDIAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"God IS VERY who knocks?? "yelled opening the door shooting, the other makes me seize a shot ..." I'm sorry Erica, sorry! I fell asleep! "
smile going," Eh, I realized ... "
He threw on the bed moaning" I can not, please others ten minutes or I could die! "
glad that I give of you, reassure her," Sleep sleep Claudia, both were still in the pants. Between make-up and clothed a quarter of an hour you can sleep! "I feel
whispers something like" Oh how nice ... thank you, thank you ... "es'addormenta immediately.
How I love the yellow!
resist the temptation to slap in my sleep and I start to see some 'tv low low.
We go out and take the McDonald's takeaway. I did not want to force me to drink Coke, tea, look here ... ... if you go to England, specify that you want iced tea, because while here the opposite happens, they give it to you hot!
So, pretending nothing (maybe even going to fool, for what sane person would drink hot tea with the McChicken menu?) Whistle and go out, passing the hot drink to Claudia who, after passing from happiness to disappointment the first sip, closes the lid and gialleggia
"That idiot! But you take your tea without getting the sugar? "
But the best thing is me and the Betta that you try to eat at Subway.
While we all look disgusted, Sandra here is that, ignoring the entreaties of Claudia to wait to eat once they get out, he pulls out a sandwich overflowing salad mayonnaise and starts ruminating with her eyes at half mast above the bag with the chips.
"Well fuck, if she makes it then I eat too!" And pull out the sandwich ... and even picked up on board! A fleshy flock of mayonnaise I rush to the bottom of the pants (blacks) of the suit. Betta of the Crisis
rice with lots of pieces of cucumber between my teeth and I swear to attack as a horde of orcs and giving up, crapped with hands, to dine in meters ...
My sandwich me crunch near dell'Ivy , tired and forlorn sitting on a concrete block with the others that we had Bev discussed whether or not said a pocket of bullshit, because if indeed there was nobody in the room the night before, her ... what the hell was he doing here before??
"Ah ..." does the Betta "We need someone to go from door to ask if there in Orlando .."
La Monica, "I only want a us to God ... do not ask such a thing!"
"AH! "said the yellow with large holes in the nose and infoiatissima" If only I knew English I would go! "
" Why? "... we really would you go? Watch it takes a face like my ass! "Makes the Moon ...
meantime I tried to get me on my tiny little corner of concrete.
"No, a belief. "broke in Sandramon" That when Claudia's blindside five minutes is capable of anything! ... I also know for a fact ... in English ... "
" Uh ... how? "
" Yeah ... how do you ...? "
" Eh, is a problem ... yes yes ... "
" Really ... "
" Yeah ... "Suddenly I feel
observed.
"Like hell!" I do's.
"Come on please!" Shake the yellow with big hands clenched into fists, "If only I understood what I'd answer me!"
"Nonononononono!" exclaimed sweaty "Do not I can do it, here it takes a face like my ass and I even come to this!" (the first feedback that makes the kill!)
But how can you resist the sight of my herd of wildebeests worthy compare?
does not see the lust for filthy in the eyes of the Moon?
how to override the stars through the eyes of the giants as Claudia in a night of San Lorenzo? How
not moved by the desperate crowd of Sandruman with a lot of noise in heart crumbled in the background?
But most of all: how to resist the call of Shit??
If it were a movie you would have heard from a music softly in the background while I got up slowly under the smiles jaw of the other, el'avreste felt in all its power once it reaches the upright posture, legs planted, the clenched fist, his lips tight, quivering nostrils and eyes on fire of passion!
"For Orlaido" said.
And the tune of "The Final Countdown" of Europe, with Sandra behind it, grabbed a water hose as a kind of microphone boom, my Joey Tempest ago with all the feeling that, I am starting to goalkeeper dell'Ivy, ready to do one of the most monumental figures of the spoils of my life! While
step approach with the lopsided Mister, drew sweaty forehead and smile Donkey from Shrek. The type
sees me and smiles affably.
"Eheheheheheh" I laugh in the face. "Um ... good evening ..."
"Good evening!" I am he. I have two or three
hyperventilation with blood red eyes and wonder if he does not know if there was mica Bloom in the local last night, while his eyes begged him not to beat me.
"Ah ..." makes me laugh, "This, unfortunately we can not say, is a rule that they give us. Either tonight or last night, because you know, sometimes we take not to know their movements "
Happy to be alive I say that to me and I imagined for ringaziarlo instead the attack button.
must be so Pallos his work, whether the interests and ambitions of the movements of four infoiati Orlando.
I reveal, what we had already said Bev, when Orlando goes to eat there usually wants to keep quiet, that when he comes home you want to relax and be with his friends and especially wants to eat something, so do not who is willing to give him trouble on the road (hungry filthy pig!) tells me too, so safe to convince me, that certainly verema the day after the first, that Orlando will be more than willing to spend some time 'with the fans will be smiling and relaxed and will likely we can make us do the autograph.
I wish good luck and I wish him a pleasant evening, so I turn around and go back the other as locusts to devour me know what I found.
La Monica, who still look for pieces of Laid on the ground, proposed to go for a reconnaissance logistics on the crime scene, so it goes all in Leicester Square (it has been done the groove ...) and I
Yellow meanwhile we incredulous look with open arms by the amount of dumplings gargantuelica wandering unattended for London.
"I LOVE the breed!"
"Well ... I must say that here is really rifassi the eyes!" While
behind Betta & Moon mingled guano pellets with copper powder, I do not know what to do ...
not remember who has the bright idea to ask a guy who worked Odeon (where it was written that held all the premieres and where stand two giant billboards of Kingdom of Heaven) at what time the premiere was held the following day.
"Nono ... the premiere is Friday!"
"Uhuhuh ... nooo ..." I do "The one with the actors and the red carpet!"
"Oh, I see. It's Friday, the one with the actors and everything! "
in a dazzling smile and thank your turn to see pure terror on the face of the other three.
"Nine ..." I said between his teeth still clenched in a forced smile, "This does not even know about that fucking planet is cool!"
... scene from the film of Mario Merola ...
The Betta was white as a sheet and looked at the sky waiting for God called him, swore in the Monica I do not know what language against those who do not know but it was very persuasive, I pedaled with my smile shark muttering about where the fuck had read that the premiere was Monday, but the best was Claudia!
the phrase "Come, made himself a trip to London at least." Exclaims
"Like hell! WANT TO SAY THAT FRIDAY 'IS resumed PLANE AND HERE AGAIN! "And go to the Empire spinning the sword with both hands. The situation was degenerating rapidly
auks exclaimed "Enough! At least let me ask whether or not there is the Empire! "
We go inside (they were closing, a positive sign because it was too early) and draws the attention of a security that comes to us from the stairs ...
"Excuse me ... would like information on the premiere of Kingdom of Heaven ..." I ask all educated.
"Tell me Miss, what kind of information?" He answers all well educated.
"... when it ...?"
"Tomorrow ..." but could not continue because there was a general sigh pornodive so strong that he opened his eyes in surprise es'è laughed.
was too handsome for a change ...
all drunk with happiness go out to the streets and Claudia is produced in one of its great situations: allontanatasi a bit 'to us with the camera, yellow turns to take a photo banner Light the Empire, who was curious to see the look and immediately his check from behind a man with a mustache that looks concerned before the image in the camera, then the Empire written all concentrated ... the face of Claudia when was noticed to have someone close ... I'm still laughing. It is one of those things are impossible to describe and to forget!
In fact I almost pissed on how I laughed loudly.
More or less simultaneously Monica screamed "I found it! I found it! "Pointing to the ground like a mad gnome.
Scored on the ground with chalk was a kind of way.
"Icchè is the ..." I do all rough.
"The path of the red carpet, you idiot!"
"Ah."
Of course we started to follow him, exclaiming "What Kulo! What Kulo "But I came back to me one thing ... because there were arrows that were drawn from the opposite side the Empire?
I would just like to follow the still grinning Moon, which, on all fours, running ahead of all screaming "I found the way attraverssso the acquitrrrini iiii! Tesssoooro "
" Here we are! Here we are! "Cries the Monica slipping into a dark vicolino.
Me and two other ruins along for the sudden braking.
"Here!" She says with a conspiratorial whisper, "They come from quiiiii ..."
But then, as I already I was doing films in ambushes vicolino Laid to pieces with red light, a boy leaning against the wall smiles and beckons us get comfortable in the queue with the other ... it was the publicity stunt of a room.
Chuckling to fool decide to go back to the hotel and take the well-known underground.
back to the hotel and we prepare for the night. I do not know what they thought about the others, but I was super worried about the next day ... the prospect of a day on their feet, I wonder if the sun or rain, unable to escape an attack of loose, terrified me, and not little. Laid
But for all this and more!
GUEST STARRING (come on, guestami me too!)
Orlando Bloom said Laid:
"Prey"
LOCATION London, UK: a bit 'here and a little' there, but also in Leicester Square ... but for some reason ...
RATING LSB ... that is Tears, Sweat and Light! If you are in a weak heart you should go immediately to read the end, because I'm going to take it for long.
EXTRA
Special Features just for you: The Extended Edition (or Extension, said the underground Betta ...) the Premiere!
Visit the "Thoughts hurdle" deepening "When the ribs t'abbandonano: illusions about Orlando Bloom." Vm For section 18, an interesting "Cagherà just me and take me to the Premiere: tie to all the others! ": when the blood does not rise above the knees.
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was Monday, 18 April 2005, at lunchtime and I was blissfully preparing to watch Detective Conan Italy on one (do not comment), when I ring the phone. From ringtone idiot recognize that now is the Sandra.
"What the fuck wants ..." I think as revives me to answer.
"What the fuck is it, Betty!" Speak with grace. "Erica" I am the balenga "you give me an answer right away: come to London next week?"
... silence.
"No, because I'll tell you" makes her "Monday London is the premiere of Kingdom of Heaven Orlando and said that it has ready-hour before PE stands with the fans! "" Aaaah! "I do" Now I understand! And you are my came up with this thing Lon ... ICCHÈ?? "Squeal when the words Orlando + London + Go reach the area most of my brain oxygenated. "I wish! That you come from? "To me casually. Sure, why the London is just around the corner.
"Betta ... oh God ..." I stammer Gaining time "... oh God ... ... Betta"
"because I've got to motifs I went to eat, then return to work, "and laughs.
"Ba, a saw, Betta pig! One day you could me a pochinino before?? "
I get an extension, however, a few hours to digest the news and think about how to tell my father that I would probably go to London to ita screaming in the brain of Orlaido ... While
Shinichi Kudo Conan also said, fixes unlikely cases on the screen of 'One size, I get the blank stare.
"Unne mica near London ... ... London 10 years have passed since the last time I was there, and it was a wonderful experience. But the Laid ... oh God and if you only want there and not see it? Risk of throw away money for nothing. And if not then they go and see him so close as to touch it and then come back and tell me? ... I'll kill him. And who tells him to my father? Already I see the scene:
- Oh Daddy, I go to London next week. I've got to take a slap at the basket Laid! I'll be back for dinner, hold my hot stuff ...
But a little holiday out of the program ... "
And so, at 14.30 or so, the Betta received a message that contained the following words:
" Betty, have your . The Laid not escape me! "
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The days go by and we get to Tuesday 26.
Ever since the morning I did not feel good crabs, I arrive in the evening ... 39 fever!
"Oh no, eh?" I think with the single lobe of the brain that he has not boiled yet.
But oh yeah, eh!
The day after: Cholera!
gastrointestinal outbreak had decided to come for a refresher course in "Science and Application of dysentery Lightning" right in my gut.
for 2 days and I have lived a toilet bowl existence.
I will not say more, for reasons of propriety, but it was liquid on all fronts.
Friday I was a little better and I decided that I would have risked death in London this and that if I hate that shit about the city, then I would have hated for good!
So I, like the knights axonometric studied in junior high, I do the suitcase slowly ... but very slowly ... but so softly that I have finished the next day. Even if I acted too because I ended up lifeless on the ground in a pool of sweat ice (side effects of cholera.)
The next day I had to get on Betta-mobile at 8.15 and both went to bed at like 2 in the morning ... Saturday was a shit with my legs.
Saturday, April 30, 2005, Florence-Pisa-London (but come on ...)
the beep of my mobile phone eyes open with the naturalness of two-beam off-road, the sudden and unnatural transition from the darkest sleep, waking to the sea ready to be responsive to kill in the jungle thicker.
A feeling disgusting. I try to prepare
between sporadic episodes of diarrhea and abundant CISPE eyes, chased up and down the aisle by my father, who had the opportunity to put on her special pair of bat wings and I hovered on the brain trying to let me get the show on ...
"But you take an umbrella?" I told him 8 times a day before I had packed up ... "And the hat? And glasses alone? Have you taken any medications? You did the identity card? "I had done the day before" How many shirts did you get? And the shoes? And raincoats? But who now? ... But you've got an umbrella? ... "And so on.
The Betta, with dad on Betta-Betta-mobile, rose at 8.45 v'immaginate already ... my father.
"Ahahahahahah" tasteful "You got left here, and the airport calls you telling you that if they have forgotten that you were there!" A fool ... "Ahahahahahahah"
In everything I said to him " Sisi. "and tried to gain a few more minutes of sleep on the chair of the computer.
go down the stairs in a hurry ... or rather, her suitcase down the stairs, I rolled the hereafter ... I go on Betta-mobile and I sit down next to yellow. Sandruman sitting there in front of which you see only the teeth and eyes the ball, so she is happy.
From my house we go to fetch Monica, pulling down a hard suitcase completely anonymous (canary yellow), rears sunglasses Celebrities Lady "and the air of a calm and relaxed under amphetamine.
"Alloraa!" Bawls "I started with the ready-forgotten ... the crisis is all morning I open the suitcase because I'm afraid of myself forgotten something! "
After Sandruman's father has been playing tetris with the bags, we leave.
The journey proceeds in joy, the holy man of the father of Sandra drove to Pisa overwhelmed by the comments of a four-crazed beasts hungry ... to be frank, poor Claudia was the most quiet (to be at the His fury only the latest ... especially in front of the house of alleged Orlando), the real problem was me, the Betty and Monica.
account the fact that both I and the Moon are due to hold us, it was all a fly "When I see him grab the leather!" "Ohggesùggesù kill him!"
"I owe him to take off your shoes!"
"Betta, fuck me I guess you owe me vù raise hands!"
"I will faint in front of ..."
"I idem without the S ... "
" the language of coils around the hips and then threw it like a top! "
And so on.
Arrive at the airport, after check-in, dubbed the toilet with diarrhea and then the rain, just to accept, you go to breakfast! Goodbye
hands with the whole-family Betta & Others, and there sits n'ì gate to wait for the flight slobbering London. I
meantime, while the others if they enjoyed and talked of this and that, beginning with a glimpse of the Hostesses at the beginning of the British and Salivary gnashing of teeth ... still do not know, poor plebeian hydrophobic, which at the end of this trip I'll love all the British (especially one ...) and one heck of London, after 10 long years of Anglophobia!
Anyway ... I must say that I was afraid to turn this plane, although it was not the first time I took it.
I, with my mind clouded by panic, the trip was going to force bad, because with so much shit that we have seen, then, why not supposed to fall down the plane?
After all, good start is half the battle, right?
The plane began to vibrate and as the super yellow sleeping with lots of sticky threads of drool on my shoulder, the Moon and the Betta will speak from a seat to another (of course Laid) with me in the middle with eyes glass, fixed and a trail of snot funeral was running from his nose.
My Cheshire Cat grin widens in direct proportion to the speed of the aircraft on the runway and when we get off the ground by the great feeling of lead body model Jack-Jack of "The Incredibles," which I just can not to survive. While the Moon
feel blessed because I was laughing too strong, I twined progressively shrimp model for the failure of pressurization, or whatever. The Yellow
intando went to sleep ...
Lunch on British Airways, even in second class, it is better than many other companies (no, do not work for the British ...) and although this was not a crab.
AH! ... The priceless spectacle of white clouds lit by the sun as if they were distracted by another land I thought landing, while the Moon Betta and still talked of unspeakable things and Yellow awoke with a start, rubbing his hands because
"I LOVE to eat on the plane!" said the person most happy in the world. Some
vacuum above the sleeve (with its bleached and curled on my part) and landed at Gatwick.
do not believe it ... I think ... I'm back in England!
The impact is not very good: while at Pisa airport seemed to be the fair ìppesce, here in London does not fly is a fly that one.
"God Christ!" Exclaimed angrily, "Animo people, there is a Queen not dead!"
And now Claudia "ERICA! Hush! And if you understand? "
And I, like a sour lime" Self! Why do you think they know something other than English? "
What he must have thought about the Moon, only 5 minutes earlier, when it gave notice to a girl got off the plane with us, dragging a small trolley of Barbie, not daring to become as Secca. The Betta
"Monica, it seems that took thee understand."
Mother aspirant 'no, we've got it! "I
" Here we are, needless sorties from the airport, just a figure of shit! "
Monica" But who cares, that you know of who is the Sand "
Yellow" What sleep ... "
At this point the question arises: how the fuck s'esce from here? The Clod knows
it all, "We must seize the train that goes to the south end!" exclaims, raising his fist in the air like He-man in front of Castle Greyskull.
"SIII" we reply in unison, to be brave warriors Sailor.
"Suitcases" is the Betta.
"So do I!" Exclaimed chasing the people who were with us on the plane. During the descent of the ramp and something takes hold of me when you get down, I deliver the icebox type organ transplants (where in reality there were my precious live yoghurt) to rattle Sandruman and "Betty ... you pigliamela the suitcase ... "and run as un'indiavolata up the stairs to the bathrooms.
know what it means to have an attack of brown spray processes in the airport of Gatwick?
No?
Then I tell you.
The cabins are open cup with top, bottom and sides of the door, such as school toilets and there is usually always someone.
seemed that in my position there was a concert of jazz trumpet indescribable ... a shame, but then: how I was right!
That said, you start looking for the famous train inside the airport, but was not, so here I have my first encounter with the good old English and wonder where I am is derived minchiazza deal, as I speak with the girl of information, I seem to have the language of a Instead of my cow, so m'inciampico on words (me poor wretch!) but more or less think I understand.
We go and we have as best you can with the brothel of suitcases, I find myself away from a hold to Monica and say "Oh well, in case I cling to you." And she
"Go Go" at that part of the train and with perfect timing with the launch of my head forward, the precise trajectory of the elbow Muai Thai that the Moon has risen shooting upward to hold onto for support.
God
pain ... Luckily they were all English there.
La Monica has what is called "Elbow murderess in Thailand" what we can open the cans of tuna.
She looks at me, raises an eyebrow and smug, it makes me "Just think if it did it on purpose!" And grins.
However we come to the South Terminal where we have to tickets for the Gatwick Express (info by now the yellow is a true expert in England!) And I (formerly Anglophone) and Betta (holder of the pound) you go to Door to procure tickets.
Twirling on ourselves, we read the signs, we jump to Fracci inside the elevator, we go "AH! THE TRAIN! "And galloped away towards a car.
I do not remember who, screaming "NO! This is the first class "and here I am on the train that sacrament English the first class and we pass the people who travel down the windows and then jump into a wild bunch and place panting pack. We find a place and sit.
The train departs 10 minutes later ...
While the Moon and Betty spoke of the usual inenarrabilità and Claudia made her bouts of violence by listening to Nirvana, I stared out the typical English houses, thinking that I remembered the most ugly and I liked that area: green and very few houses, a few English words. (If there is a huge pro-British, that does not make us much attention to what I say ...) We go down to Victoria Station
... ah! Memories! C'avevo took the train a lot of times, but now there were more shops, it was warmer, there was even the sun and the people (a lot) was outreach and cheerful.
down the stairs of the subway el'aguzzo elbow Moon strikes again!
A few yards beyond the last step, the Moon stops and turns to the Betta that is closely based on and hunched with knees wide (why I do not know ... I think she was tired), we exchange a few code word while I and the Yellow we started to board the subway and I see the face and Monica, for no apparent reason, raise your elbow pointed and precise beats a 5 with the tip of the elbow of a boy who was passing with his arm raised in the same way.
Me and Sandra laughs while we both recoil back to the cask, cartoon model, we set eyes on the ball and burst out laughing in the face.
could become a new fashion, although I must say that it takes a certain precision to center as they did two.
After that me and Betty make the three day pass for zones 1 and 2, and Yellow here that I begin to study the metro lines and all convinced we go up the wrong one.
With three-headed one, and Cerberus all the diabolical, I go down and Clodius followed a few feet from the other two (who were always thinking of the dark side) and thanks to a lady English we can get on the right. We go down to Earls Court
cooked like asses.
"Oh God! The sun ... "I do surprise. Everything changes in the sun, I assure you, everything seemed more beautiful!
"Nevern Square." Proclaims the Yellow convenience, but do not feel even the two conspirators, they began to giggle and lose dangerous drivel.
CE PENZ IO "said pulling my Streetfinder, bought in London for 3 pounds and 50 back in 1995 and laughing like a mad whisper," Follow the Navigator, ahahahahahahahahah! "While accident thoroughly convinced the exit of Earls Court Tube Road with that of Warwick Road, in fact I do not go back more than a cock. Luckily with me is the proud color pastel, exclaimed, "But vàccagher" to the map, paste the nostrils to the ground and follows the smell of breakfast to the hotel Inglese Gardenview.
are now the 17 carcasses when our crossing the threshold. Pick up the keys to the rooms 16 and 21, the receptionist tells us with joy that the lift is broken ... luckily we are on the first floor.
Claudia happens in the hand 16, to the Betta 21.
"Claudia, you do with the rooms, you want to swap?" And I
"Betta, fate has chosen. Better not to exchange. "
climb the stairs wheezing and we immediately realize that this place is not just hot ... it just cream! 16
The room is right in front of the stairs, I enter and Yellow.
There are 2 single bed and a half, the inevitable carpet and the kettle to make tea and coffee, which pulls the Clod cries of infinite happiness and that causes whirling rabbit rubbing his hands, a clear sign of ' appreciation.
I take the bed by the window and see that I have the brain behind the radiator ... thank God it turned off. There are two French windows floor to ceiling and have a wonderful view over the nearby park.
There is a balcony, oh joy! I must sorting at once ... I open the
first glass door and I bent over to close the outer pole, lifted him up, throw the door but does not move anything.
... DAMN!
... I have to open it, it's too hot.
Attack to pull like a possessed, with the big-butt me flying through the air like a balloon and eventually I open it on the head with a crash Ages. I get up between allegorical fountains of blood, but I'm happy.
"Claudia! Come see how nice! "I exclaimed.
"Oh! What joy! "Makes you reach the balcony, I saddled two slaps on the cheeks and falls screaming" Now we make the tea! "
silence ... ... I turned around to see who is doing and 'm lying in bed on his stomach, his mouth open, his head sunk in the pillow, legs wide, toes rolled.
"Claudia? ..."
... ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz "
Oh well, you see that he was sleepy. Undo my suitcase and drives me in the shower. They are on the absolute
of Pavarotti in the first act of Rigoletto
"This for me or quellaaaaaaaaaa
are equal to how many other of intornoooooohh,
of ve-hedooooo around me!
of my cooore, the empire do not hedooo
Oooh-a-better-ha, to another beauty! ZAM-ZAM! "
when they knock on the door.
"Claudia! Vai you? "
... ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
So that, naked as Lady Godiva, I open the door to Betty & Co. which remain amazed (mica for my pink tits to the wind) when they see Claudia emerge from behind the corner, wiping the drool and exclaim "Oh my God ... that I was asleep?"
However we finish preparing to leave, while telling us that Does the light of the process, which made the shower door open, which have the heating on and that their window on the rear ...
"Fate." I say.
"So the fate that Orlando will take us there and it gives you even a shadow," cried maliciously Betta & Moon (Benny & Joon ... ahahaha ... ahem).
"Claudia soon! Let us return for a room with them! "
Finally we leave the hotel from the oven.
program of the evening: dinner and hunting Shit! As we
gnocchi, you go to eat at Piccadilly Circus (oh yeah) ... with your little finger up to the Burger King! Right next door, if we ever go to London or you have been there and had not seen him, Gap is a wonderful and right and left sbavoso store all of Homer Simpson and donuts donuts ...
Stop by and get one, I recommend the one with the strawberry glaze over and small pieces of white chocolate. You'll see why so much like Homer!
However, while the biting their sandwiches dripping with everything inside, I mumbled the chicken salad (surprisingly very good) stealing a potato every now and then ... I will regret later.
After dinner begins the search for the Ivy restaurant, where the curse is often to sharpen the teeth of her "beautiful smile ... like ..." as discussed below, the Claudia.
Earthquake and Traggedia, was not found.
There were a lot of details, provided by our Satellite System in Florence, the "Klarissa Plus" in direct contact by mobile techno-Betta, and there will be 20 West Street in London.
Taken by hysterical exclaimed, "Look lover, there are three metro stations mentioned forming a triangle ... and if Ivy was kind treasure hunt at the point where the bisectors of the sides meet? ... Ahahahahahahah! I'm freaking out! "
The problem was that I was right.
Ivy is located near the center of the triangle formed by the stations Charing Cross, Covent Garden and Tottenham Court.
"Here!" Yelled Monica.
"You guys, shut up! We're too suspicious, "said the Claudia.
"No, why?" I do putting away the telephoto lens and infrared viewer while I remove the lines from the camouflage face with a towel.
"Erica, I'll kill you ... "the Yellow threat.
parked next to the restaurant there is a white limousine, long and with tinted windows. Betta
The Moon and begin to become covered with hair and speak the language of wolves, while Claudia tries to lure them away from the entry with a bone that says "Orlando" above.
I was shitting on me (excuse the French), I had to have a toilet, and quickly!
So with non-nonchalance, step in front of the limo to Ken Shiro thickening the eyebrows in an attempt to see if there's someone inside, there is no one and go on, scanning the wall to see if there was a second exit on that side. None.
continue but I can not find a bathroom, I came back and florins fiorello is the driver of color that is being done outside a sandwich next to the machine.
Eheheheehehehehehehe ... Now I ask him something with ease! But what the heck
wonder?
"OE brother, who is i'Bloom mica in it?"
Then ask him if he knows where a pub (I absolutely had to do) and if the one behind us for the event also acted not from pubs, as well as table for hot carcass.
While I do these stupid questions, I look at it in a penetrating, leaving my eyebrow dance in a whirl suggestive that only he could not understand that the pub I mattered 'These two chestnuts!
nothing. So
revives me sad (and bogged down) to the remaining ¾ of the conspiracy.
La Monica comes up to me and asks me what I knew and then he says "Um ... you should check that there are no side exits ..."
Manina mouth and satisfied laugh tight-lipped "Mhmhmhmhmh! ... There are none ..." I I.
La Monica looks at me complacent "That's it!" And I
"If there is a trap!" Laughter
dismal three of us, while Claudia starts to cough furiously to cover ourselves, as the keeper of the local there is staring at him curiously.
Each of us takes the wait as best he can: I proclaim that they are on public land and do what I want, I lost my British drama, the Monica turns to Grissom (or how to spell it) and picks up from the ground as conclusive evidence occurs in a sudden behavioral analysis "If I were the filthy, where I would live?" Betta contact the satellite navigation system Klarissa-Plus because it attempts to trace a trail of maledettezza that runs through London, while Claudia dedication to see brawny bodyguards appear from everywhere to come and beat us as we suspected! When we see a paparazzo
including big cars stationed in front of the camera think local "is made, there is a shit!" and I do take from a hysterical type centipede in his underwear.
Unfortunately the paparazzi after he goes and we plunged into depression. To de
blow ass there with us, affixed to a box of fruit with camera and notepad for autographs, there's the Bev mythical (or was it Beth? "I confess that I understood when the two presenters have welcomed gay !) superinformata superfan who has given us a few tips for the first Monday Orlaido and where it might be. The first thing was that if we wanted to see something, to go at 6 am in Leicester Square, then explained to us the way the red carpet, then we talked of Splendor, which apparently does not like signing autographs when plated on the street and when he can return home (in England) he likes to sit sheltered and quiet. Things imaginable.
Anyway thank you and shuffle away.
I reached saturation levels unimaginable, taxis have become huge and shiny black porcelain toilets traveling on the road with delicious sciaquone noise, people sitting on benches, everything seemed blissfully to shit, with newspaper men with whom dream of being able to wipe your ass once evacuated passed me dancing on the tips and everywhere I see kids in their intent to make it convenient
diapers ... "Son ... nnh found itself ... a pub that I like it because I've got to make 3 liters of shit! "(notice I said liter and pounds ...)
When searching for a room with a dry place to sit (and I swear that pub had been hiding all: Do not miss one more if he found it) a white limo has cursed stronzissima the idea of moving down the street ... you say, Betty Moon & start running immediately followed by Claudia "Not so fast!" while I trotting sideways, hunched with nostrils wide leaving behind a trail of tears ... I looked like Quasimodo.
still managed to get into a room, a gentleman (which only occupied a table 5) cederci gets up to the job, I store the stuff and run away to the toilet, where sweating and seeds remain unconscious for 10 minutes good.
When I return from my worthy fellows I find that Claudia is cheering vehemently to the exquisite courtesy of the British because they had also given way to the counter.
Our first day in London ends with return travel on the subway (just this time) thanks to my fantastic skills and Claudia doing "Pampulu Pimpulu Parimpampum" signs in front of (not a formula sarda) were always the right way .
The other two had other things to do, I'm sure at some point during the evening of seeing them exchange bat wings and balls of sulfur, thus leaving willingly to the task of finding little rowdy safe routes home. (I must say that I enjoyed ourselves quite a lot and Yellow!)
Once you exit the metro, this time on the side of Warwick Road, we are greeted by a brazen clamor of car horns, filled with English beer that ran naked down the street wrapped in flags, vociava people from roofs of taxis and other casino ... did not know it yet but Chelsea had won the championship after 50 years.
In the hotel we plan for the next day and we part.
is cremated. I stretched out in his underwear and Clod starfish gasping on the bed because we were afraid to leave the window open and we were only on the first floor and the balcony was joined to the other rooms. Suddenly the
Claudia makes me "No. It's too big this bed. "He gets down and starts to pick up the pellet and then covered with earth beside him.
I look at "What are you doing?"
She grabs the triumph of his pajama pants, avvolticciola them, puts them on top of the pile of blankets and exclaims satisfied "And the head of my pajamas!"
... ... ... ... ... silence ... ... ... ... ...
"No is that ..." is justified in seeing embalmed in bed "... I have to build a person because they are not accustomed to sleeping alone!" ... after
smudged by laugh for a couple of minutes, I wish you good night, even the newly born Mister Pyjamas full of passion.
As evidence of the fact that we had been given instead of a quadruple double, we had 2 for a pillow, there we put them both in the head but it was always as if we had nothing.
"Claudia ..."
"Oh ..."
"But you're used to sleep with the pillow down?
" No. I sleep with a giant goose feather pillow. "
" ... but ... these are very low. "
" ... and in fact I am suffering so much. "
And with that we fell asleep.
Sunday, May 1 2005, London
the morning I awake with the sensation of having swallowed a Hobbit Sam ... I live for the accuracy, fitted with a backpack and pans.
sweating despite the temperature freezes the tropic of cancer that was in the hotel, with Betta get down to breakfast and Yellow. La Monica occurs within minutes of spirited and sunglasses.
It is with tears in his eyes that I decide to stay in and rest rather than go shopping for beauty beautiful in London, and will not even try to go to the local Elisium, where it was rumored that the supreme Caccaman would go in the evening after the premiere dance to rock out in sinful and ugly expressions!
I go to bed and sink sleep in a padded room vigilant of asylum. The
Porcos have come back to me at 13.30 with their purchases, I felt a bit 'better so let's make a jelly.
lunch with sandwiches (fresh, I must say) and we throw in meters at a time of the alleged home of Gnocchini. Also in a nice quiet area that is precisely my father hath been ripped off the map and I can not remember the street, which is only eighty but the Betta you remember ^ ^ '
tourist visa case, we use our tried and tested technique of "super ultra concealment" that is hysterical, photo posing, reading of the names on the bell, shamelessly licking the door handle , Rovistatura trash there before and also some sinister plan to infiltrate his home and found us naked on the bed. Let's rest
disconsolate on a bench near the private gardens in the area, while we decide how to spend the rest of the afternoon ... in the evening already knew that we went back in front of Ivy, as the highly sophisticated and tech-Betta-Plus Klarissa had established Marcio that there was in London the night before and had to clean up (although will eat the crap, no?). To accept
you decide to go to Hamley's (I think you write it) which is a great toy store on Regent Street, then taking its Frappuccino from Star Buck's and then to make the donuts Homer! While I was
you decide to go even to Virginia.
I'm in London, I can look that can only be found here? I think I can not miss it!
So I'm going to tackle all the clerks to ask if, by chance, had not Lord of the Dance on DVD, almost unavailable in Italy.
"Yes, ask downstairs." I do. With a polite "Thank you." I walk away just enough so I may hear the horns and the flight to Bettuman shouting "Cel'hannocel'hannocel'hanno! Betta I go down there when I get to meet again on down! "And I eclipsed. A
Once in the "kingdom of all those DVDs you're looking for a lifetime and that you will never find here in Italy," he unleashed with the eight arms of Shiva to ciaccia everywhere, I also find DVDs of films by Ewan who only a year ago I would have killed but for now, given the scarcity of funds as I'm concerned, I can keep from buying. Rapisco a clerk, while the air conditioning of the store is sending me into hypothermia and forced him, also using my secret technique knee seductive, Ravana musicals throughout the area in search of the scene.
I feel satisfied and squeezing the chest stubbornly dvd back up and I see Monica Clod and the top of the stairs, and I launch out attacks leg of the Moon with a "TipregotipregotipregoprestamiisolditelirendoaFirenze" while, Guist, and I try to kick off the loan.
"But where's Sandra?" Claudia does.
As evoked by the voice of the Yellow Yellow is a pale hand that grabs Monica and hooked his arm and dragged her down the stairs.
Claudia and I only hear "There is a biography of Orlando there is only during moviamoci copies!" While a tangle of curly dark hair was long and gone downstairs.
Clod and I follow when doing the stairs with my knees up to the ears and found collected in coils around the exhibitor's biography.
shameful as ever in his life, Monica goes to pay and you go from Star Buck's.
The spectacle of exquisite happiness of Claudia with his drink is something priceless!
He sits on the stool with red cheeks and eyes bright with joy while laughing and Polliannizza extolling the virtues of the magical Frappuccino, which is said to be the favorite beverage of Zeus (who had their teeth even) ... Let's find the
Meanwhile, toy store and buy myself a mystical ring, I'll try to Monica and other "small because I do not know if I like ... (gnamgnam) ..." and watch the swallows Betta "Porca bitch! I want one too! "And splashing in to buy it!
When finally we reach in front of the toy store there closed in the face. La Monica's face so disconsolate that she gets a balloon and a poor baby at her desperate cries to his dad (he also has the balloon, but does not seem to console him crabs ...)
Head back to Earls Court (the Monica proudly waving the white balloon and woe to him that touched) we shop for the long day of premiere.
Piglio bread and seeking something to put in it. Obviously, the cuts have all
color highly unlikely and not inspire me at all when suddenly I see you? The cup!
What the hell makes us the cup in England? You can not!
Then I look better package, I see the boot under the label "Italian sausage" and singing
"Maaaaaammaaaaa! Humming the picciiiinaaaaaaaaa! "While triumphantly grab the package.
Meanwhile, the Moon brings a hysterical because they no longer find the bag with the story of the Virgin of the existence of Laid.
"Good grief, is not that you left on the subway?" Exclaims the Betta worried.
"I remember him as someone on the metro ..."
"Yes" I do "to me because I had to do to see the dvd Betta, but then I've made! "
" Behold! You're seeing that I've got to put me, goes round and round! "Monica screams in a panic running up and down the aisles of the supermarket.
"We try to see through the cheese!" Is in choir and I Yellow, running to put my head in the cheddar cheese while Sandra rummaged among the heads of lettuce and Monica goes screaming GranPremio type machines.
We had started to climb the stack of rolls of paper towels when we reach the Betta and makes us "He had it in the trash, 'is an idiot!" And the next Monica all smiles "And I told you that I'm more cò ì head! "
returned to his room and put the bags in a cool terrace (they would be rotting in the heat that was inside), take a shower and I make the mistake of leaving without the key, that is, leaving Claudia and their own beds for 1 minute or little more ... go downstairs, I'll give the fridge my precious live yoghurt (or else I might die of cholera) and come back up.
Toc toc ...
... nothing.
Toc toc toc!
... silence.
TOC! TOC! TOC! "Claudia!"
course not!
will be gone a moment from Betta & Moon ... I think. So I'm going to knock.
Toc toc ...
"Who is it?" In Italian among others.
"And I am ..." more Italian.
"I Who?" I'm asking seriously.
"baby Jesus ... that who you are! Open me! "
" Ah, you're you. There is the Moon in his underwear! "
" ... So much pleasure that the Clod c'avete here? "
" The Claudia? No! "
laugh. "Then fell asleep, the idiot!"
"Icchè happens?" Emerge from the Monica process. The Betta
ride "The Claudia fell asleep and the gl'apre"
"seize Oh!" Said the other laughing "And now?"
"Oh well, oh well ... I wake up to. When did you finish vù passed to call! "
I come back, I stop at the door and a look ... Sigh
" CLAUDIAAASBAMSBAMSBAMCLAAAUDIAAATOCTOCTOCTOCBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMCLAAAUDIAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"God IS VERY who knocks?? "yelled opening the door shooting, the other makes me seize a shot ..." I'm sorry Erica, sorry! I fell asleep! "
smile going," Eh, I realized ... "
He threw on the bed moaning" I can not, please others ten minutes or I could die! "
glad that I give of you, reassure her," Sleep sleep Claudia, both were still in the pants. Between make-up and clothed a quarter of an hour you can sleep! "I feel
whispers something like" Oh how nice ... thank you, thank you ... "es'addormenta immediately.
How I love the yellow!
resist the temptation to slap in my sleep and I start to see some 'tv low low.
We go out and take the McDonald's takeaway. I did not want to force me to drink Coke, tea, look here ... ... if you go to England, specify that you want iced tea, because while here the opposite happens, they give it to you hot!
So, pretending nothing (maybe even going to fool, for what sane person would drink hot tea with the McChicken menu?) Whistle and go out, passing the hot drink to Claudia who, after passing from happiness to disappointment the first sip, closes the lid and gialleggia
"That idiot! But you take your tea without getting the sugar? "
But the best thing is me and the Betta that you try to eat at Subway.
While we all look disgusted, Sandra here is that, ignoring the entreaties of Claudia to wait to eat once they get out, he pulls out a sandwich overflowing salad mayonnaise and starts ruminating with her eyes at half mast above the bag with the chips.
"Well fuck, if she makes it then I eat too!" And pull out the sandwich ... and even picked up on board! A fleshy flock of mayonnaise I rush to the bottom of the pants (blacks) of the suit. Betta of the Crisis
rice with lots of pieces of cucumber between my teeth and I swear to attack as a horde of orcs and giving up, crapped with hands, to dine in meters ...
My sandwich me crunch near dell'Ivy , tired and forlorn sitting on a concrete block with the others that we had Bev discussed whether or not said a pocket of bullshit, because if indeed there was nobody in the room the night before, her ... what the hell was he doing here before??
"Ah ..." does the Betta "We need someone to go from door to ask if there in Orlando .."
La Monica, "I only want a us to God ... do not ask such a thing!"
"AH! "said the yellow with large holes in the nose and infoiatissima" If only I knew English I would go! "
" Why? "... we really would you go? Watch it takes a face like my ass! "Makes the Moon ...
meantime I tried to get me on my tiny little corner of concrete.
"No, a belief. "broke in Sandramon" That when Claudia's blindside five minutes is capable of anything! ... I also know for a fact ... in English ... "
" Uh ... how? "
" Yeah ... how do you ...? "
" Eh, is a problem ... yes yes ... "
" Really ... "
" Yeah ... "Suddenly I feel
observed.
"Like hell!" I do's.
"Come on please!" Shake the yellow with big hands clenched into fists, "If only I understood what I'd answer me!"
"Nonononononono!" exclaimed sweaty "Do not I can do it, here it takes a face like my ass and I even come to this!" (the first feedback that makes the kill!)
But how can you resist the sight of my herd of wildebeests worthy compare?
does not see the lust for filthy in the eyes of the Moon?
how to override the stars through the eyes of the giants as Claudia in a night of San Lorenzo? How
not moved by the desperate crowd of Sandruman with a lot of noise in heart crumbled in the background?
But most of all: how to resist the call of Shit??
If it were a movie you would have heard from a music softly in the background while I got up slowly under the smiles jaw of the other, el'avreste felt in all its power once it reaches the upright posture, legs planted, the clenched fist, his lips tight, quivering nostrils and eyes on fire of passion!
"For Orlaido" said.
And the tune of "The Final Countdown" of Europe, with Sandra behind it, grabbed a water hose as a kind of microphone boom, my Joey Tempest ago with all the feeling that, I am starting to goalkeeper dell'Ivy, ready to do one of the most monumental figures of the spoils of my life! While
step approach with the lopsided Mister, drew sweaty forehead and smile Donkey from Shrek. The type
sees me and smiles affably.
"Eheheheheheh" I laugh in the face. "Um ... good evening ..."
"Good evening!" I am he. I have two or three
hyperventilation with blood red eyes and wonder if he does not know if there was mica Bloom in the local last night, while his eyes begged him not to beat me.
"Ah ..." makes me laugh, "This, unfortunately we can not say, is a rule that they give us. Either tonight or last night, because you know, sometimes we take not to know their movements "
Happy to be alive I say that to me and I imagined for ringaziarlo instead the attack button.
must be so Pallos his work, whether the interests and ambitions of the movements of four infoiati Orlando.
I reveal, what we had already said Bev, when Orlando goes to eat there usually wants to keep quiet, that when he comes home you want to relax and be with his friends and especially wants to eat something, so do not who is willing to give him trouble on the road (hungry filthy pig!) tells me too, so safe to convince me, that certainly verema the day after the first, that Orlando will be more than willing to spend some time 'with the fans will be smiling and relaxed and will likely we can make us do the autograph.
I wish good luck and I wish him a pleasant evening, so I turn around and go back the other as locusts to devour me know what I found.
La Monica, who still look for pieces of Laid on the ground, proposed to go for a reconnaissance logistics on the crime scene, so it goes all in Leicester Square (it has been done the groove ...) and I
Yellow meanwhile we incredulous look with open arms by the amount of dumplings gargantuelica wandering unattended for London.
"I LOVE the breed!"
"Well ... I must say that here is really rifassi the eyes!" While
behind Betta & Moon mingled guano pellets with copper powder, I do not know what to do ...
not remember who has the bright idea to ask a guy who worked Odeon (where it was written that held all the premieres and where stand two giant billboards of Kingdom of Heaven) at what time the premiere was held the following day.
"Nono ... the premiere is Friday!"
"Uhuhuh ... nooo ..." I do "The one with the actors and the red carpet!"
"Oh, I see. It's Friday, the one with the actors and everything! "
in a dazzling smile and thank your turn to see pure terror on the face of the other three.
"Nine ..." I said between his teeth still clenched in a forced smile, "This does not even know about that fucking planet is cool!"
... scene from the film of Mario Merola ...
The Betta was white as a sheet and looked at the sky waiting for God called him, swore in the Monica I do not know what language against those who do not know but it was very persuasive, I pedaled with my smile shark muttering about where the fuck had read that the premiere was Monday, but the best was Claudia!
the phrase "Come, made himself a trip to London at least." Exclaims
"Like hell! WANT TO SAY THAT FRIDAY 'IS resumed PLANE AND HERE AGAIN! "And go to the Empire spinning the sword with both hands. The situation was degenerating rapidly
auks exclaimed "Enough! At least let me ask whether or not there is the Empire! "
We go inside (they were closing, a positive sign because it was too early) and draws the attention of a security that comes to us from the stairs ...
"Excuse me ... would like information on the premiere of Kingdom of Heaven ..." I ask all educated.
"Tell me Miss, what kind of information?" He answers all well educated.
"... when it ...?"
"Tomorrow ..." but could not continue because there was a general sigh pornodive so strong that he opened his eyes in surprise es'è laughed.
was too handsome for a change ...
all drunk with happiness go out to the streets and Claudia is produced in one of its great situations: allontanatasi a bit 'to us with the camera, yellow turns to take a photo banner Light the Empire, who was curious to see the look and immediately his check from behind a man with a mustache that looks concerned before the image in the camera, then the Empire written all concentrated ... the face of Claudia when was noticed to have someone close ... I'm still laughing. It is one of those things are impossible to describe and to forget!
In fact I almost pissed on how I laughed loudly.
More or less simultaneously Monica screamed "I found it! I found it! "Pointing to the ground like a mad gnome.
Scored on the ground with chalk was a kind of way.
"Icchè is the ..." I do all rough.
"The path of the red carpet, you idiot!"
"Ah."
Of course we started to follow him, exclaiming "What Kulo! What Kulo "But I came back to me one thing ... because there were arrows that were drawn from the opposite side the Empire?
I would just like to follow the still grinning Moon, which, on all fours, running ahead of all screaming "I found the way attraverssso the acquitrrrini iiii! Tesssoooro "
" Here we are! Here we are! "Cries the Monica slipping into a dark vicolino.
Me and two other ruins along for the sudden braking.
"Here!" She says with a conspiratorial whisper, "They come from quiiiii ..."
But then, as I already I was doing films in ambushes vicolino Laid to pieces with red light, a boy leaning against the wall smiles and beckons us get comfortable in the queue with the other ... it was the publicity stunt of a room.
Chuckling to fool decide to go back to the hotel and take the well-known underground.
back to the hotel and we prepare for the night. I do not know what they thought about the others, but I was super worried about the next day ... the prospect of a day on their feet, I wonder if the sun or rain, unable to escape an attack of loose, terrified me, and not little. Laid
But for all this and more!
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