Tuesday 7th August 2012
‘We shouldn’t be here,’ the Blond Multi says frequently. We rise for a self-sung National Anthem as often as possible.
‘Why are you here? ‘ all the Italians ask, incredulous. ‘Why aren’t you in London?’
But we are beginning to form a tiny pulsing embryo Tuscan life. A hulk exploded after lunch. My white Marc Jacobs jeans were splattered. I’ve yet to acquire any of that fabulous Italian stain remover from the supermarket.
The Blond Multi has shaped an ambition, as have I.
Poor Little Rich Gays must have shape to the life. We cannot loll, hopeless. We’ve also had some interesting exposure to hets. We lunched unusually in Siena yesterday. Ground green coffee beans were involved in a pasta dish.
New, new, new.
Come back later for more.
Such a Clear Evening in Tuscany
Such a Clear Non-Olympic Evening in Tuscany
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I’ve come back later, as instructed, but NOTHING THERE. Come along: we are all dying to know more about the pasta with green coffee beans. Was it intended? Did the Multis come up with the recipe? Was Angus Willis involved? Are you all still alive?
So sorry: as it happens we’re so BUSY in Tuscany.