a) I have internet access
b) I have time and inclination to update my blog
I could show you all that I have been up to, along the lines of:
14/12/09
Spent today in Florence. Did some shopping at the market, cooked our own dinner in our apartment kitchen facilities. It was delicious. We ate squid and pasta. I am becoming better at navigating Florence. I am getting impatient, however, at keeping my diary. My pen is running out.
But perhaps, maybe, just possibly, this could be a tad boring for you. So instead, I have packaged aspects of my trip into a Christmas poem:
A European Christmas
'Twas a week before Christmas, and a boy was in Europe,
Exploring the continent, but not in a tour group.
Nay, he ventured with his family of four,
As French people, staring from cafes well saw.
They travelled to Italy, to Florence and Venice,
Photographing architecture and art at its zenith.
Eating of gelati and polenta abounded,
As delicious as church bells in the crisp cold air sounded.
They shopped in big stores, for thick warming coats,
Where they were assailed by harsh, grating notes,
From a techno rendition of Silent Night,
'Silent' no more, it sounded like shite.
'Stop that shit music, in the name of the Lord!
Stop it right now, it is causing discord!'
The young boy named Theodore let out a gasp,
For there stood Saint Nicholas, with a tinsel whip in his grasp.
'Down with materialism, etc.' he continued in English.
'Non parlo l'inglese,' explained one staff member, sheepish.
Nevertheless, old Nick blew up the store,
And then yelled out loud, with a bloodthirsty roar,
'Hahahahahhahahahahahaha!'
Theodore shrugged - it made no sense to him either.
They saw the Loire Valley 'neath a blanket of snow,
Visited a chateau, namely great Chenonceau.
'Wow!' exclaimed Theodore's sister named Gen,
'A snow capped great castle is not seen often (she separated the syllables so it rhymes, ok?)
The fresh snow was powdery just like cornflour,
Thought Theodore, as the light snowfall increased in power,
Before long, a blizzard raged all about them,
Ok turns out I have less time than I thought - it was just going to be all 'now we have to stay in the castle and there is only an attic available with a mysterious secret because Gelati Gecko loves the gothic genre'. The upshot of it all was Merry Christmas, bla bla bla, thank you for your patronage with my blog.
Also, I would like to announce the opening of the Gelati Gecko Golden Club. Members will be eligible based on their comments. The first two members are Bennett and Luna Mooney. Members benefits include free use of the blog's virtual gymnasium and relaxation facilities, and a whole range of yearly benefits and offers. Congratulations to Bennett and Luna Mooney. I assure you both that this is the gift that will keep giving.
Let us hope that the new year will yield better writings from me, and more loyalty from all of you.
6 comments:
The poem kinda broke down mid-way, but alas, how are the blizzards affecting your travels?
ooo a post was removed
how intriguing
why was it removed?
Typo...
Yay, Golden Club! How exciting!
Much like the flurry of snow around Germany at the moment, I greet the flurry of comments here with great eagerness.
Your attempts to work up Frequent Commentor Points is duly noted, booooooo. I'm afraid that members are generally only inducted at the end of each year, except in exceptional circumstances, at the discretion of myself.
And yes, the poem did break down midway, as I ran out of time. I only have 10 minutes now, only enough to reply to these comments.
And yes, Luna. The Golden Club will send you a card with your client number and so forth which can be used to gain access to all sorts of benefits. Just think of it, and you can have it, in my virtual resort where everything is fun and wonderful.
I am glad you asked why the post was removed, Bennett. It saved me many a sleepless night.
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