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Jerry was indeed a handsome man, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made blazer with the funky silk lining. He was working his way through a whisky at the bar while wryly batting away …
I can never really relax beforehand; I am always looking round for something to do, even if I will invariably end up winging it; when my tax card came in the post that morning, I thought I had found the perfect conversation piece. “It’s been the running joke of my life here,” I said at …
It looked like it was going to rain, but, of course, it never did. The clouds would not budge, but nor would the heat. They could not stay a moment longer in the flat, so they bought a wheel of foccaccia and a bottle of Guadianello and went to the beach in Torre a Mare. …
In the field behind the church two peasants were digging a ditch. One of the peasants wanted to have a joke. “Here, boy with no shoes,” he cried. The peasant held up the skull. It had no eyes or teeth. The boy with no shoes turned tail and ran all the way home. For two …