Bien. Last day of summer vacation in Bergamo passs (three with thereof) between bed, food, outlets, computers, and garage. Damn train strike, I'll be revenged! Yeah, as planned, there were only the first two of the actual daily schedule. Ok also ferrotranvieri are men. But what about the zincotranvieri or carboniotranvieri? Nobody ever talks about them, do not mess, do not drive a rescue center, their. They could also take a leaf iron tram drivers, eh? eccheccavoli, I always say the things I uncomfortable? On things that are troubling Rieducational channel!
However, here we are, ie the second part of London, a little 'shorter. A small part of linguistic misunderstandings and stratospheric prices of London, we just had fun. London has a something of british. A portobello are all very busy and happy for what they do, sell trinkets and strange objects and jokers, all together. And have fun, happiness and a huge market of leather balls, stamp, rings, antiques, fruits, vegetables, sweaters, eyes, plates, pamphlets, lungs.
St.James Park is incredible, I took a picture that looks like a Seurat. There are so many loungers type Rimini, no lifeguard Taranto cell with a truncheon that asks you to pay for the rental of that. The buildings are impressive, but inspired by a nineteenth-century security that I miss you describe it (you will understand, always c'andate LLondra).
We shot a bit ', then one day came the parade, a party launched by the Mayor of London in honor of what I do not know, full of light and color and neighborhoods that were happening in front of us who always partòt, but without so much public participation. But before that we saw the finest musical ever prodotoo: Spamalot! lovely ripped off the motion picture Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Fantastique, the funniest show I've ever seen, viggiuro. then I tell you the best musical in another blog. Anyway enough of that with souvenirs of London, also because I think there's a damn gracious hospitality of Orlando Bloom, the actor. And
et NI pe, and the Ni et ... Cespu. Who has spent the last two weeks hunched over the tables of comics which seem that I got the idea to make a smooth Favini 24 x 33. No domestic or industrial scanner (Olivetti) agreed that the format named by myself: the muerte. So I made two scans for each sheet. Not satisfied I've done twice, It was only because the first machines, "Trank, grays I put them on the computer, such as rat-man, I downloaded a nice little program .." who needed a master to use it properly, because the gray changed over time ... "But at least the words mettto with the computer, eccheccazzo!" The next day I woke up with dark circles for making the three, for the umpteenth time in 2 weeks that did not go out of the house, to put the words: third scan! But my cousin Fabio. Same type of scanner, but it's time I fuck an inch and I'm twelve sheets in twelve scans. We only want Quanno ce vo.
The party was great, I sold three of my cartoon self! The good musicians and then just the appetizer. The Jabber you are fantastic, they say ... but that's another story. But I had a cylinder, which makes the difference. And
et NI pe, and the price of salt pork
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