follie

A week of aeroplane-ing, train-ing, dancing, waiting, drinking, recording, reading, and nocturnal frolicilng.

I went back to Italy to do some recording for my dissertation on the pronunciation of a sound which is different in English and Italian. Its a nice excuse to go back and see everyone, and I love phonetics and second language acquisition so my meager yet enthusiastic brain is happily consumed with wafeforms and frequencies and neurological maturation theory.

I went to stay with my friend in for a few days.





He helped me blag my way into the British council and the British consulate to do some recording, made awesome food everyday, took me out for a traditional dinner and impressed me by managing to stay up all night drunken composing for a lesson at 9 at the Milan conservatorium. On my last night our original plans to go to a club were compromised as we spent about 3 hours wandering around the freezing cold streets of Milan trying to make sure a drunken Spanish girl got home safely. At this point all the clubs were closed, but he had promised me dancing, so dance we did, on the stairs of the local bingo hall, which was the only place we could find open at that hour.

I soaked in some culture: when I realised you could get tiramisu and cappucino flavoured milkshakes in Mcdonalds.

However I felt instantly guilty when I remembered the rainforests. Did you know that everytime you drink a macdonalds milkshake a baby gibbon dies? If you have a delicate palate you can taste the gibbon tears.

There are a few things I dont understand about Milan...

Why anyone would pay millions for this:


How you can have shops with only 2 lamps in them:


Sadly I never seem to get enough time to get to the gallery and this will have to wait until next time:


In my old town I caught up with these fools:



And had a barbequing drinking card playing bong night like this:

And went to see my Marco in his basketball match:

And put Lisa in the car boot:


And we spent a happy day drinking coffee, watching badly dubbed queer as folk, listening to underoath and perving at naked ladies on the internet:


And went for a drive, and sneaked into a farm:


And spent far too much time in airports and trainstations after no sleep looking like this:

Reading battle royale and this for entertainment:

It went way too fast, and I miss everyone shitloads. But at least now I'm back in the apparently "enchanting Yorkshire"

And its awesome to come back home to these folk: