ITALIAN MAGIC
16 December 2007
So there's a new manager for the England football squad! He'll have a few problems in the dressing room at half-time. Nice thing about the Italian language is that even when the Italians are upset with you it still sounds great. And so does their cover for The Devil's Breath. You could actually buy the Italian copy, have the English copy next to it - and learn the language. I'm going to be in a fix if they ever invite me to give a reading though.
Thought you might like to see how it looks.
Il Respiro del Diavolo. I think that sounds cool.
And there's even the website in Italian. www.max-gordon.it
PS: Builders still here - had to rescue one of the cats who decided to test out the wet 15cm of new concrete floor. Reminded me of when I was eight and was playing on the building site of the new Albany cinema being built in Maghull, Liverpool. We used to live over the chippy. I found a huge sludge pile or something similar to concrete - and started to sink. It was like quicksand. My frends ran off an got my dad who pulled me out in the nick of time. He carried me home over his shoulder. I died with embarassment. My wellies are still in the foundations though I don't even know if the Albany is still there. It's probably knocked down and rebuilt as flats. Wonder if the builders ever found my wellies. Maybe they thought the rest of me was in there somewhere.
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Thought you might like to see how it looks.
Il Respiro del Diavolo. I think that sounds cool.
And there's even the website in Italian. www.max-gordon.it
PS: Builders still here - had to rescue one of the cats who decided to test out the wet 15cm of new concrete floor. Reminded me of when I was eight and was playing on the building site of the new Albany cinema being built in Maghull, Liverpool. We used to live over the chippy. I found a huge sludge pile or something similar to concrete - and started to sink. It was like quicksand. My frends ran off an got my dad who pulled me out in the nick of time. He carried me home over his shoulder. I died with embarassment. My wellies are still in the foundations though I don't even know if the Albany is still there. It's probably knocked down and rebuilt as flats. Wonder if the builders ever found my wellies. Maybe they thought the rest of me was in there somewhere.
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