Attempted Escape and a Trip to Avellino

“I can’t take much more of it, either,” said Thomas, as we sat together over a quiet beer in a bar that had been done out to resemble the inside of a railway carriage. “I’m thinking of looking for somewhere on my own.”“Pricey, though. That’s the problem,” I said, pushing an olive around my plate.Continua a leggere “Attempted Escape and a Trip to Avellino”

The Royal Palace of Caserta and Mr. Gobby

Giovanna was still cross with me the next morning. “If the English find people being cut up funny, then there must be something wrong with them.” I wasn’t putting up with that. “Excuse me, but in that room there was also a German and an Austrian. And they were laughing too. And it would haveContinua a leggere “The Royal Palace of Caserta and Mr. Gobby”

A Disastrous Recruit and a Sense of Humour Failure

Interviews for new teaching staff were held in Cheltenham, a stroke of luck for me, as my parents lived in a village just six miles away, meaning that I could combine business and pleasure, spending a few days with family and friends, interviewing during the afternoon and enjoying a pint of bitter with Colonel JimContinua a leggere “A Disastrous Recruit and a Sense of Humour Failure”

Place of Good Events – a trip to Benevento

Steve was absolutely spot on. Mick was, indeed, a prick. And an incomprehensible prick as well. From the moment, he came crashing through the front door with his ludicrous bandana and silly goatee beard, effing, blinding and screaming “Och aye the noo” – or whatever – I decided that I would save an awful lotContinua a leggere “Place of Good Events – a trip to Benevento”

An Alcoholic – Part 2

“Hello?” A man’s voice answered. “Er, hello? Are you the father of Kevin?” “Yes. Who’s that?” “Er, I’m a friend of Kevin’s from Naples. I’m afraid there’s been a bit of a problem, sir.” There was a pause. Then, “Go on,” in the manner of someone who knew exactly what was coming. “Well, …” IContinua a leggere “An Alcoholic – Part 2”

An Alcoholic – Part 1

The time came closer for Nick, Bimbo and Roger to depart. Roger had a nice little job lined up teaching geography in a Welsh grammar school. I wondered, gleefully, how the parents would react if they realized that their offsprings’ education were in the hands of a crazed wankaholic. Bimbo hadn’t managed to learn moreContinua a leggere “An Alcoholic – Part 1”

Baia, Bacoli and Cumae

I was sitting reading the newspaper in my bedroom the next morning when Nick burst in, carrying two bottles of cold Peroni and a bread roll. “Hey!” he said cheerfully. “How would you like to win the ‘good bloke of the year’ award? I’ll give you two bottles of Peroni and …,” he tossed the breadContinua a leggere “Baia, Bacoli and Cumae”

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