Bastards. Seriously, what exactly is the pleasure in destroying a flower bed?
The pleasure of getting destroyed, however, is something else again, as Luigi has witnessed. I wish I could find an ‘ethnographic’ post he sent me on the subject. God, but Google is amazing. Here it is.
Riddle me this:
Q: Why is this blog like Rome in August?
A: Because there's no traffic in either.
It is absolutely eerie to wander round the neighbourhood. Most everything is shuttered. There is parking galore. In fact the big boulevard along the river looks like a post-apocalyptic Mad Max s...