The Place where I just chuck all the stuff that comes to mind... and a few walks too
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
A tragic life story
Now I know that the world has gone completely mad. For the first time in my life I have been dumbstruck and believe me that is something I never thought would happen. It happened in England. It happened in W.H. Smith of all places. Nowhere to be seen the usual shelves with books about humour, history and other intersting things. In their place books about TV personalities , TV personalities cooking stuff and books on cooking and TV personalities and celebrities and celebrities doing stuff other than cooking and even celebrities cooking. But moronic and sad though this fascination with TV personalities and celebs certainly is (the words 'get a life' spring to mind), there lurks something, dare i say it, even more morinic and just a tad more more sinister on the shelves of Britain's bookshops than celebritiy chefs. Are you ready? In this W.H. Smith there is a bookcase stacked with 7 shelves, each shelf about 4 feet wide full of books with one thing in common, one thing, one subject, one FRIGHTENING subject given away by the label at the top of the shelves; TRAGIC - LIFE - STORIES!!!!!!! Yup a WHOLE bookcase full of books about tragic life stories. And we are worrying about RECESSION???!!!
I'm an English ex-pat and together with my wife and two chldren (dog and five cats too) run a small B&B called La Vignassa in the foothills of the Italian alps in a place called Torre Pellice. The House, which dates from the early 1600s is tucked away in the woods at the end of a private gravel road so life is peaceful and unhurried.
I used to be a translator/teacher but thankfully managed to give it all up to learn a bit of building and do-up the house. This took me about 4 years and it was great fun. Now we are up and running i'm starting to sort out the two and a half acres of land which surround the house. I live in a lovely area and have a lovely family and a lovely house surrounded by lots of interesting people and places and as i love writing and particularly ranting it seemed a shame to keep it all for myself hence this blog.