Take 12: No more Rice Krispies
(a letter)
My dearest Paolo: its 4 a.m. and am thunderously struck down with a "severe chill".
(pause).....
Outside of having Oscar Wilde who, incidentally, is the best room-mate any Writer can ever have...I will have to fore-go tomorrow's - actually,tonight's - banquet at the restaurant "Piano Terra" in honour of Stefano's birthday and hope, in the slim chance of that Moroccan flower vendor popping by...I will forward a bouquet as a poor substitute.
Ill health (malatti) alas, is a pesky thing. It's visitations can be counted upon from time to time....and, at present: "ASHOO!"...it has come to stay.
Still? Am assured that Stefano (birthday boy), Sarah, U, Maxi, Alicia, Gigi, Francesca etal. will be in epicurean wonderland and have a jolly good time! And? I DO hope to see you all - on my recovery - at my "piccolini concertinis", friday at LADY BAR, Saturday at BAR INSOMNIA and Domenica (sunday) at BAR LUPIN!
Meantime? I leave you with a rather throaty version of (the Simpsons) CRUSTY THE CLOWN singing, to the tune of "Santa Lucia": (Ahem!) "No more Rice Krispies!"
"ASHOO!!!!!"
c 2011/davedelacroix/lord borgo/am'a connected!/piacenza/italia
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