Wednesday, 21 July 2010
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Those other bloggers professed that they were half Irish yesterday. They didn't say which half so I'll leave that up to your own ima...
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I, and friends and family are continuously gobsmacked at how a convicted criminal can get re-elected as president of USA when coverage of hi...
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I had this quiz set to post early Sunday morning but I can see by the interest already shown in it that you want to try your hand earlier. O...
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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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