Ice Cream…!
… Is better than sex. You’re only fooling yourself if you think otherwise. Of course, I’m not talking about the awful McDonald’s. I’m talking about the insanely delicious and creamy hazelnut and Stracciatella Italian ice cream. Or oink grapefruit and tropicali with zest on top. Mmm…
It’s half past one and I can’t sleep. I’ve had a fantastic week in Italy with two good friend who tried their best not to look surprised when they saw my bald head at the airport. They didn’t even bring it up until we got to the hotel. But then it was the laughing subject over lunch. Mmm… Veal escalope. Have you ever had Escalope alla Roma? It’s with ham and sage instead of the usual milanese spaghetti. Tastes like nothing I have tried before. And believe me, I have tried many. I never say no to anything new until I try it at least once. Hell, I will even try kangaroo testicle if I go to the I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here! Mark my words!
Anyway… Where was I? Oh, yummy stuff. I think I gained a kilo or two just over the last week. And it’s going to get worse. Because I’m off to France in less than 48 hours. More good food. Mmm… Raclette, pressed duck and more veal!
Oh, yeah. Celebrity Big Brother 2007… Holy crap, It’s 2007 already. I thought the world was supposed to end 7 years ago. God must have been so busy organising Saddam’s welcome party that he’s forgotten all about the apocalypse. I think Saddam’s execution wasn’t fair at all. While we were out in the streets freezing our asses off and drinking cold champagne, that lucky ba$tard was getting ready to do the things grown ups do with his 40 virgins! Hmm… Is it 40 or 10? Whatever. He should have shaved off that ’stache of his, though. I’m told that it tickles! Yeah!
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