Will it always be Christmas in Milan?
It’s not just me, there are more Christmas lights than ever before here in Milan. Apparently the reason behind this festive splurge on pretty lights is rising crime levels in the city and some kind of pact the city’s politicos have made with the residents. Well lit streets reduce the probability of people ending up being the victims of crime. Yes, I suppose there is some truth in that.
However, this worthy attempt at keeping us all safe during the festive season raises the question ‘What happens after Christmas, when all these pretty safety lights go?’. Post Christmas crime levels may spiral. Unless of course, the powers that be are planning to make Christmas a permanent thing.
This interesting thought begs a few more questions. Such as ‘Will we be subjected to Xmas ads all year round on the telly?’ and ‘Will we get to see a plethora of Santa movies all year long?’. I suppose calming Christmas music could be piped throughout the city in an attempt to keep crime levels down. And ‘Will reds and greens become the next seasons favourite colours of choice for the Milanese fashion industry?’ .
‘Will mayoress Moratti sport a Santa costume all year round?’.
The mind boggles.
End of some frighteningly festive food for thought from me at Blog from Italy. Someone is off their baubles, if you ask me. Too much festive spirit, most probably Grappa.
Sausages, again
Sorry to go banging on about this, but my life seems to be being taken over by the things these days. And the first problem has arisen, thus putting my sausage strategy skills to the test a wee bit.
It had to happen I suppose, after all, that’s business. My sausage supply has gone from sizzling to fizzling out. My friendly local butcher is too tied up with preparing Christmasy stuff to be able to make a few kilos of bangers, and he has lost his main sausage maker. This means that sausage style Christmas prezzies are most probably off the agenda. Shame.
On the bright side, Gaetano, my associate sausage development manager, let’s call him, has most probably set up a meeting tomorrow on the sausage front. I shall be interested to see what comes of it, although I shall keep mum until something really starts cooking. I expect to be grilled about several things, so I’d better be well prepared.
Oops, is that the time. I’ve got to get ready to go. My core business calls. Must go teach lawyers how to use a bit of the old Queen’s English, in the hope of bettering their chances of finding a decent job after their course.
From bangers to lawyers. Isn’t life bizarre at times?
Another madcap scheme of mine will be coming your way soon. I sure you’ll have trouble holding your breath. Not.















