More underwear

Once in a while a prime specimen of homo sapiens walks into my place. The two gay guys there did everything in their power to make him show as much flesh as possible, which I certainly didn't object to. Tall, nearly 2 meters, tanned, muscular (even though the gays wanted to send him to a gym), cute and not too young. Hmmm...perhaps I should've...

Ze Swiss and ze foreigners

Spoke to the ex who thought CG getting caught was hilarious. He always had a strange sense of humour (although it is kinda like my sense of humour :). Since CG was told that should he be caught again with a knife in the car he would no longer be welcome back into Switzerland, ex suggested we'd place a knife in his car. Just for fun. Me: "You don't like any foreigners do you?" Ex: "I don't even like people from Basel". Me: "Well, they are a bit strange aren't they?" And then we both laughed. I am definitely becoming more and more Swiss every day!

Caught in customs

Or custody as CG insists on calling it. He came back yesterday having been stopped in customs at the Swiss border. In the trunk they found a knife, which apparently is forbidden to bring into Switzerland. Which is funny, since ze Swiss make it their business to export knives, and it's part of their image. But I guess it was the wrong kind of knife. After having found this they did a full body search "they touched my privates!" and kept him in a room guarded by a military policeman for hours (it kinda holds a certain appeal to me though :). Eventually he was released but had to pay 300 Swissies in penalty. He was not a happy man coming home. "That knife travelled the world with me, I have cut Turkish tomatoes and bananas in Bali with it". Well, it won't be travelling much more. I tell ya, ze Swiss love ze rules.

Bug

Not keen on bugs. At all. CG is still in Germany on some kind of holiday. He should be here when I need him.

There is only one thing I like less, and that is when the bug has moved and I don't know where it is!

Underpants dilemma

When you live with somebody and occasionally wash together you don't want to appear like white trash by wearing trashy underwear. Mind you, that seems to apply only to women but since I am one I care about this. So today when I bought two new undies I decided it was time to throw some of the old ones away, both for the purpose of making space and throwing away what I don't use anyway. Only it didn't work. I held up an old pair and said to myself that they didn't look bad. Problem is can I give away used underware to the "more needy"? I really don't want to throw away a pair that is not trashed. And since I bought all these new fancy undies I know I won't use them again. What a dilemma! I need advice.

Say no more

On the hard level on monkey-game: Today Name Score Date 1. Annika 51610 August 5, 2008 2. blajhhhhhhhhhhhh 42350 August 5, 2008 3. Jen 38270 August 5, 2008 4. Steven 36630 August 5, 2008 5. Beaver 36000 August 5, 2008 6. Ronin 33600 August 5, 2008 7. kayla 33390 August 5, 2008 8. Enter NHere 31860 August 5, 2008 9. memento 31270 August 5, 2008 10. lala 31090 August 5, 2008

Monkey games

Found a new game which is rather addictive. Type as fast as you can so that you won't get bombed. Monkey

Piles and piles

I just don't know where all the piles of paper come from. Seriously. I spent hours today going through some of them, throwing paper away from 2005. Why did I think it was important at the time to save them? Or more likely I just put them aside, and started a new pile. I cannot wait until I get my new open fireplace. That'll take care of the papers.

Italian train

I choose to believe that the train from Lugano to Zurich (and vice versa for that matter) is Italian. The old-fashioned type where you still can open the windows (mind you, not bad for having a fag now and then). Unfortunately they still have the toilets where you can shit straight out on the rails. Less charming I must admit. My aunt says it's from the 50's and I'm inclined to believe her.

Lugano

Lugano is not a bad city. I've never really visited properly, just had lunch once by the lake and been to the train station a couple of times. It's like being in Italy, but not quite. Most people speak both Italian and German. A bit weird actually.

But the view is fab.

Giulietta

In Verona there were posters advertising Shakespeare's "Amleto". Italian is so cute. And of course we had to do the touristy thing again, since two of the joiners had not seen the balcony before. Here she is, the famous Juliet (mind you, why every tourist must caress her breast is beyond me...I would never!).

And these days you're allowed on the balcony, which is why I had to wait forever to get a pic on the empty balcony. I didn't want some German, Japanese or any other nationality showing its ugly face on my pic.

Losing ones marbles

If you have to, Italy is the place. And these are just the streets!

Appearance is everything

In Italy it is perfectly accepted to have Gucci sunglasses, an Armani suit and preferrably a really cool car, while being male, 35 years old and live with Mama. Everything on the outside means something in Italy, even if you're as thick as cardboard inside. Looks are the thing.

This is worrying after todays visit to Mendrisio, a big outlet in Ticino, the Italian-speaking part of Switzerland, where Bro picked up an Armani suit.

What he doesn't know is that I took the liberty of taking a few pics of his underwear hanging to dry...

PS. He would quite possibly kill me if he knew I blogged about this. Good thing he never reads the blog...

Modern candles

One of the special things at this opera is that every visitor gets a candle. Think it was a donation at some time. However, in these modern days the candle is substituted for a blue laser-pointer. Quite cool actually, since everybody beams just before the start of the performance, as well as being able to use the laser for reading the libretto during. Not a bad idea.

La donna è mobile

If you ever get a chance you should visit Verona and go to the opera held in the ancient amphitheater. It is gorgeous and it's quite magic. The only downside is that they use no microphones, so even though the acoustics are great, it could benefit from being a bit louder.

Pics from afternoon, an hour before start and just before the performance.

PS. The headline means "Woman is fickle", which I suppose one or two men would agree with.

Park in Varese

The same park (with the bicycle) held some interesting buildings and a very very old tree.

Biking in Varese

Seemingly there is some sort of bike-race coming up in Varese, the very north of Italy. Not quite the Olympic Games but they appear to be rather proud of it.

Elevator Italian-style

Italy is not quite like Switzerland (and why would it?), especially when it comes to safety. Came across this tiny elevator. You know the one where you have to close the outer door and the two inner doors before the thing starts moving. Looked for the sign which is supposed to say when they last inspected it, and non-surprisingly found none. Hmmm.

Polish party

For some reason I ended up at a Polish party in Italy. The world is truly global these days. There I had the pleasure of trying a local speciality including vodka, raspberry syrup and tabasco. Quite good actually. So good I had 3 of them. Dangerous little devils though, so stopped there and went over to wine instead. Forewarned is forearmed.

Lots of delicacies like beetroot soup, mushroom and little bites that I don't know exactly what they were. But never mind, they tasted good.

They had a funny bathroom. It had a window facing...oh I don't know, like a shaft or something but with a window opposite. How weird!

Swiss national day

Ironically enough I'll leave for Italy on the Swiss national day. I'm told I've to go to a Polish party tonight, and tomorrow is the opera in Verona.

On Sunday is the plan to go to Mendrisio, the big designer outlet. But me and shopping? Well, maybe I'll find something. Look out for pics when I'm back.