Wednesday, 21 July 2010
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I bitched about the excessive use of rules in rugby in an earlier post. It was pique yes but some of the penalty rules are silly and are slo...
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I have exciting news for you readers. I ordered 'Sectare Fidem - Celebrating 125 Years (1885 to 2010' from St Patrick's College ...
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Richard's been banging on about humour recently and has suggested that my puns, witticisms, aphorisms and wry observations might be a li...
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I lived near a fire station in Nuova Lazio! To be honest I never quite thought of it that way. But it never failed to make my dogs howl; who would in turn set of all the other dogs in the neighbourhood.
We can hear the sirens in school when they go of in Nuova Lazio. Like you, it sends shivers down my spine, imagining someone, somewhere close is in big trouble.
Mind you, I used to feel the same way when, as a child in Scotland, seeing a police car, blue lights flashing, siren going full blast tearing past. Going straight through some traffic lights as I stood on the pavement with my Dad. I felt frightened and a bit excited knowing that something bad was happening to someone else. Until my Dad, who was a policeman, said he knew the driver, and he was going off-shift, and had put the siren on to get back before his tea was cold.
Never felt the same after that.
Fluffy (of RBB) seems able to make more noise than the Nuova Lazio siren.
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