<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233</id><updated>2011-12-08T23:17:04.286+01:00</updated><category term='red phone box barga'/><category term='rugby garfagnana barga lucca italy farro'/><title type='text'>Weekly Words for the Wise</title><subtitle type='html'>a weekly column for the people in the know</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>doggybag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15090577743648911970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.barganews.com/forum/uploads/av-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-5429451146531043706</id><published>2010-04-15T21:56:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:32:34.988+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rugby garfagnana barga lucca italy farro'/><title type='text'>Calling all Rugby Players (including all has-beens and wannabes)</title><summary type='text'>Are you fed up drinking that same old beer game after game.Then why not change your drinking habits and try some Bastarda Rossa Chestnut beer or a smooth Neolithic Farro beer, highly recommend for props, hookers and second rows. (ps:for those soapy handed wingers and kicky backs we also have a large stock of umbrella clad soft drinks).It is locally brewed in the Garfagnana area of Lucca and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/5429451146531043706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=5429451146531043706' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/5429451146531043706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/5429451146531043706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2010/04/calling-all-rugby-players-including-all.html' title='Calling all Rugby Players (including all has-beens and wannabes)'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-7045737207304308649</id><published>2009-04-28T12:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:17:30.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>--  ..-  ...  ....  .-.  ---  ---  --  ...  +  -  .-  .-..  -.-  +  --  ---  .-.  ...  .</title><summary type='text'>-- ..- ... .... .-. --- --- -- ... + .. + .... .- ...- . + -. --- - + - .- .-.. -.- . -.. + .- -... --- ..- - + - .... . -- + ..-. --- .-. + ... ..- -.-. .... + .- + .-.. --- -. --. + - .. -- . + - .... .- - + .. + -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. + -. --- - + - .... .. -. -.- + --- ..-. + .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. + - --- + .-- .-. .. - . + .. + --- .--. . -. . -.. + - .... . + .-.. .- .-. -.. . .-. + .-</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.csgnetwork.com/morsecodedeconv.html' title='--  ..-  ...  ....  .-.  ---  ---  --  ...  +  -  .-  .-..  -.-  +  --  ---  .-.  ...  .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/7045737207304308649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=7045737207304308649' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7045737207304308649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7045737207304308649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='--  ..-  ...  ....  .-.  ---  ---  --  ...  +  -  .-  .-..  -.-  +  --  ---  .-.  ...  .'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-8129033956679604387</id><published>2008-10-21T12:42:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:13:16.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red phone box barga'/><title type='text'>Driving instructions on how to get to the Bright red Barga Telephone Box</title><summary type='text'>(Coming from the A11 Pisa Lucca Firence Motorway)Exit the A11 Motorway at Lucca Est - as you come off the slip road you will see McDonalds ahead of you. Follow the slip road, keeping McDonalds to your right, then quickly move over to the right hand lane – otherwise you will head back in a loop towards the motorway. Tip: if you see McDonalds on your left then it’s to late you are already heading </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.barganews.com/2008/10/18/telephone-box-in-barga/' title='Driving instructions on how to get to the Bright red Barga Telephone Box'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/8129033956679604387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=8129033956679604387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8129033956679604387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8129033956679604387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-instructions-on-how-to-get-to.html' title='Driving instructions on how to get to the Bright red Barga Telephone Box'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GfWi5dTqvL0/SP34FcS6n0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AA8cngdvphI/s72-c/A11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-8768620191097940405</id><published>2008-07-02T15:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:37:11.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Girdle Wearing Classes.</title><summary type='text'>I am a qualified girdle wearer.I have the certificate to prove it.I attended the classes by mistake.I really wanted to learn how to wear girls, but the ad was misspelt.I realised my mistake, but thought it might still be a good place to meet girls.Unfortunately so did the other three blokes on the course.Modern girls do not go to girdle wearing classes.By the time I realised, I had already earned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/8768620191097940405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=8768620191097940405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8768620191097940405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8768620191097940405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/07/girdle-wearing-classes.html' title='Girdle Wearing Classes.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-8458576887134259376</id><published>2008-06-11T09:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:36:07.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 Betting</title><summary type='text'>So far my betting has not earned me much therefore I will be applying a more scientific approach. I asked 100 people taken at random. Who will win the Euro 2008, over 90% answered Italy. Now we all know that polls are not 100 percent correct but even allowing for an error rate of 5 percent, these figures state clearly that Italy is going to win.Note: Data just in indicates that you shouldn’t bet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/8458576887134259376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=8458576887134259376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8458576887134259376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8458576887134259376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008-betting.html' title='Euro 2008 Betting'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-7051972633869538501</id><published>2008-06-10T11:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:50:46.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 Gambling Guide.</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, a dishonest bookie was giving 1000000:1 odds that England would win Euro 2008. I knew it was impossible, but mathematically there was more chance of winning this than the lottery, so I placed a Euro on it. Don’t laugh, It’s true, there is a higher probability that a couple of teams would be disqualified and hence allow England in, than there is in winning the lotto.Anyhow, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/7051972633869538501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=7051972633869538501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7051972633869538501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7051972633869538501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008-gambling-guide.html' title='Euro 2008 Gambling Guide.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-2682339427413216539</id><published>2008-03-12T17:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:01:23.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Large Round Pebbles To You As Well</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last few weekends carefully placing stones on top of each other. If you place enough of them together, they form a wall. When I got to six stones high the wall fell over.I decided to build a variable height five stone tall wall.To achieve variable height I used large stones for the left part of the wall and smaller stones for the right part of the wall. The lower part of the wall</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/2682339427413216539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=2682339427413216539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2682339427413216539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2682339427413216539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/03/large-round-pebbles-to-you-as-well.html' title='Large Round Pebbles To You As Well'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-7635546567718768732</id><published>2008-02-26T13:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:01:00.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Smoking - Day 2 (PM)</title><summary type='text'>Continued from This MorningIt is 14:00 here in France, I am still not smoking and Madame Joan has stopped singing and dancing. It all happened around 08:45 am. I was sitting in the corner of the courtyard watching Madame Joan blowing smoke circles, when she suddenly started coughing and spluttering really badly.I thought she was a goner. I ran over to see if I could do anything, but by the time I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/7635546567718768732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=7635546567718768732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7635546567718768732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/7635546567718768732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/02/non-smoking-day-2-pm.html' title='Non Smoking - Day 2 (PM)'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-8797521256705879772</id><published>2008-02-07T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:31:43.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of a Non-Smoking Smoker-Day 2 (AM)</title><summary type='text'>Continued from Day 1The main problem with going to sleep without having had a goodnight cigarette is that you really, really miss it. Many of you will be familiar with the sensations of an erotic dream. Well take that thought and apply it to a smooth slim gold tipped cigarette. Soon you will be surrounded by Marlboro Reds and Camel Lights, Vogue Blue Slims and Lucky Strikes.The smoke disperses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/8797521256705879772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=8797521256705879772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8797521256705879772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/8797521256705879772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/02/adventures-of-non-smoking-smoker-day-2.html' title='Adventures of a Non-Smoking Smoker-Day 2 (AM)'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-6900373154869530501</id><published>2008-02-01T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:38:50.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of a Non-Smoking Smoker - Day 1</title><summary type='text'>DAY 1The decision had already been taken so as I raised my elbow and flicked my last fag end into the gutter a million happy smoked filled images passed through my mind, I was sad but at the same time proud of what I had done or more appropriately what I was intending to keep on not doing.Only a few minutes had passed and I was already battling with the thought of not being able to do it again, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/6900373154869530501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=6900373154869530501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6900373154869530501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6900373154869530501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2008/02/adventures-of-non-smoking-smoker-day-1.html' title='Adventures of a Non-Smoking Smoker - Day 1'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-3664935268717099437</id><published>2007-10-31T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:26:27.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Investigation throughout the Nation.</title><summary type='text'>Investigating into what we already know. Does it sound familiar, a mammoth investigation into something which everyone knows everything about and therefore the only possible conclusion of the investigation is that everyone knew everything about it and therefore as everyone knew everything what’s the point of an investigation especially as those investigating also knew everything about it even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/3664935268717099437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=3664935268717099437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/3664935268717099437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/3664935268717099437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/10/investigation-throughout-nation.html' title='Investigation throughout the Nation.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-9132565906541084915</id><published>2007-08-01T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:49:37.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Shirt 2  &amp;  3</title><summary type='text'>Loud Shirt 2Privately I have been wearing loud shirts for several years. I started wearing them in my bedroom. Then one day when everyone had left the house I bravely ventured into the lounge. Nowadays I wear them all around the house although I stay mainly in the kitchen as there is less chance of anyone looking in.My wife caught me wearing one a few years ago. At first she thought it was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/9132565906541084915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=9132565906541084915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/9132565906541084915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/9132565906541084915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/08/loud-shirt-2-3.html' title='Loud Shirt 2  &amp;  3'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-6166663379707109787</id><published>2007-07-17T15:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:43:39.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Shirt</title><summary type='text'>As a protest against the low DB levels I pulled out one of my 1970’s loud shirts and cat walked down the high street.I was immediately stopped by a noise warden but I was let of with a warning as the shirt only managed to register 40DB. I think the low levels were mainly due to natural colour fading and lack of washing, the later causing noise distortion due to the so-called dulling stain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/6166663379707109787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=6166663379707109787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6166663379707109787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6166663379707109787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/07/loud-shirt.html' title='Loud Shirt'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-1540517024854254783</id><published>2007-06-27T14:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:13:34.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Design - The Meaning of Wife.</title><summary type='text'>What is the meaning of wife nowadays? Many men who have undergone a marriage will argue that wife isn’t what it used to be but are hesitant to state whether wife today is better or worse.Many swear by it, others swear at it. Some argue that modern wife is expensive others live happily with just the riches that wife can offer.Many men believe that there is only one wife, some believe in wife after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/1540517024854254783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=1540517024854254783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/1540517024854254783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/1540517024854254783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/06/meaning-of-wife.html' title='Grand Design - The Meaning of Wife.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-1475976974838380962</id><published>2007-03-27T14:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:29:19.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Mushroom Hunter</title><summary type='text'>The traditional mushroom romp into the forest takes place every year on the first day of spring. This year was no exception although the cold weather did keep the numbers down. Men wearing a smile and a small hand weaved wicker basket set of into the forest in search of the first mushrooms of the season.This year I was invited to witness and report on the event and as I watched the men’s wicker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/1475976974838380962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=1475976974838380962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/1475976974838380962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/1475976974838380962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/03/naked-mushroom-hunter.html' title='The Naked Mushroom Hunter'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-6145763136227016832</id><published>2007-03-09T10:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:17:04.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Economic Sexual fantasy.</title><summary type='text'>How much can something grow before it causes you problems. Just imagine what positive growth year on year would mean for your penis. Great I hear the less fortunate of you say, a few percent extra would help with the family finances. But what would happen after a full ten years of steady growth, well besides the obvious increase in the sales of baggy trousers.Generally I think that we would all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/6145763136227016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=6145763136227016832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6145763136227016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/6145763136227016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2007/03/slow-economic-sexual-fantasy.html' title='Slow Economic Sexual fantasy.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-115615933271937897</id><published>2006-08-21T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:22:12.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggis with porcini mushrooms and porridge oaks sauce.</title><summary type='text'>The mushroom season is upon us again although this year the Scottish influence which has infected the town has given rise to some new and exciting recipes. What better way to pass an afternoon than sipping a cool Irn Bru on a medieval rooftop terrace high in the Tuscan hills whilst tucking into a good helping of Garlicky Haggis and Porcini mushrooms as the sweet sounds of bagpipes ring gently in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/115615933271937897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=115615933271937897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/115615933271937897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/115615933271937897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2006/08/haggis-with-porcini-mushrooms-and.html' title='Haggis with porcini mushrooms and porridge oaks sauce.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-114483250323741453</id><published>2006-04-12T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:05:35.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Berluschetta with Mortadella</title><summary type='text'>Well the 2006 Italian elections are over and Mr. Prodi has won with a wafer thin margin. Berlusconi who during the election campaign was accused of cooking the books has proposed a new dish to help Italians with their diet and get them back into shape. His own lightly toasted bread rubbed with a little garlic and topped with thinly sliced pieces of mortadella and crushed olives.I am sure that in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/114483250323741453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=114483250323741453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114483250323741453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114483250323741453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2006/04/berluschetta-with-mortadella.html' title='Berluschetta with Mortadella'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-114414282912930811</id><published>2006-04-04T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:27:09.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Awake with Berlusconi and Prodi</title><summary type='text'>Well, I knew it was to good to be true, just as I thought that my sleeping woes were over the second round of the face to face between Silvio Berlusconi and Romano Prodi failed to give the desired effects.I was snuggled up in bed with a nice cup of coco waiting impatiently for the debate to start. I hadn’t had a good nights sleep since their last confrontation three weeks ago. Things started well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/114414282912930811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=114414282912930811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114414282912930811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114414282912930811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2006/04/staying-awake-with-berlusconi-and.html' title='Staying Awake with Berlusconi and Prodi'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-114241418501375785</id><published>2006-03-15T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:50:25.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with Berlusconi and Prodi.</title><summary type='text'>I tried to watch the face to face last night between the two top contenders of the Italian premiership Mr Berlusconi and Mr Prodi. "I did this" and "you didn’t do that" and "that other thing was your fault" and "my dad is bigger than your dad".So far nothing much different from any other political debate except for the fact that a survey conducted shortly after the show has shown that over 30 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/114241418501375785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=114241418501375785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114241418501375785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114241418501375785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleeping-with-berlusconi-and-prodi.html' title='Sleeping with Berlusconi and Prodi.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-114122958697537297</id><published>2006-03-01T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:13:06.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple 3D linear Tractor Space Scented Theory</title><summary type='text'>Most of us are familiar with the how big is a hole and how long is a piece of string problem but I would like to warn people of the dangers of not knowing anything about the “How much can a tractor carry quandary”. A few days ago I was one of these unenlightened people but mans eternal quest for knowledge and hardier vegetables has led me closer to the truth.Initially my neighbour put me onto the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/114122958697537297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=114122958697537297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114122958697537297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/114122958697537297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2006/03/simple-3d-linear-tractor-space-scented.html' title='A simple 3D linear Tractor Space Scented Theory'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-112541244282920334</id><published>2005-08-30T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:34:02.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy ride over the information highway.</title><summary type='text'>It has been well reported that fibre optics have finally reached Barga. Great news for anyone wanting to send fast emails to New York or Australia. Unfortunately though, for those of us who just want to go from Mologno to Barga, the new information highway has actually caused a reduction in average speed.The loss in speed is mainly due to the right two wheels of the average automobile having to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/112541244282920334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=112541244282920334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/112541244282920334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/112541244282920334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/08/bumpy-ride-over-information-highway.html' title='Bumpy ride over the information highway.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-112488436636119019</id><published>2005-08-24T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:51:44.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of "Il Big Porcino"</title><summary type='text'>In recent months the local talk has been about female sexual tourism in remote Tuscan hilltop towns and how some of the local lads have been suffering (not sure from it or from the lack of it).. anyhow I read an article in the Guardian Newspaper entitled "In search of the Big Bamboo" about this phenomenon so I decided to investigate the local phenomenon more closely to see if small Tuscan hilltop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/112488436636119019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=112488436636119019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/112488436636119019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/112488436636119019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-search-of-il-big-porcino.html' title='In search of &quot;Il Big Porcino&quot;'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-111650374456050742</id><published>2005-05-19T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:36:25.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval Fibre optics</title><summary type='text'>Fibre optics, yes finally after a long wait, Barga will be using light to communicate with the rest of the world.Actually it’s not really new, people have been using light to communicate across long distances throughout history. The early systems were unsophisticated, required a high intensity light source and used simple pre established messaging protocols.For instance to send the message 'Help,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/111650374456050742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=111650374456050742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111650374456050742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111650374456050742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/05/medieval-fibre-optics.html' title='Medieval Fibre optics'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-111339724012809151</id><published>2005-04-13T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T15:59:54.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Trained Young English Speaker</title><summary type='text'>I have recently read a couple of blogs on English Italian speaking and thought that I would continue with the theme.My first real experience of the English language was at the age of four when I found myself surrounded by 20 other four year olds none of whom I could understand. The first thing I learnt was the word “present”, every morning the teacher would mispronounce my name and after the boy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/111339724012809151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=111339724012809151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111339724012809151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111339724012809151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/04/potty-trained-young-english-speaker.html' title='Potty Trained Young English Speaker'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-111053921328704783</id><published>2005-03-11T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:50:44.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having some on off thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Some of my ideas live on the internet. They are all housed there together with millions of trillions of other ideas. What you are reading is an example of this.Unlike ideas which are stored on paper (a book for instance) where they are put in a static fairly permanent form and normally coded in a way that I can interpret their meaning immediately, on the internet these ideas are stored as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/111053921328704783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=111053921328704783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111053921328704783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/111053921328704783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-having-some-on-off-thoughts.html' title='I am having some on off thoughts'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-110812358438654271</id><published>2005-02-11T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:15:33.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How many holes are there in our bodies and do we still need them all.</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered exactly how many holes (or openings) there are in our bodies. Have you ever stopped and counted them. Well you may be surprised that the normal average non mutilated body can boast no less than Nine.This number has not changed since Adam and Eve. Yes our caveman ancestors had exactly the same amount of holes in their bodies as we have today.Do you think that modern human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/110812358438654271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=110812358438654271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/110812358438654271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/110812358438654271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-many-holes-are-there-in-our-bodies.html' title='How many holes are there in our bodies and do we still need them all.'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-110682128985722519</id><published>2005-01-27T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:31:13.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Air Smoking</title><summary type='text'>As from the 10th of January 2005 smoking has become very difficult in Tuscan hilltop Towns. Ever since that day I have been increasingly admiring the exterior splendour of many local bars and restaurants. Now you may think that sitting on the terrace in rural Tuscany sipping a cool glass of wine doesn�t sound that bad. I agree, in the summer its great but at this time of year when the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/110682128985722519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=110682128985722519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/110682128985722519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/110682128985722519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2005/01/open-air-smoking.html' title='Open Air Smoking'/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-109170382254438450</id><published>2004-08-05T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:03:42.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scent of an AlienI was in the middle of the dance floor dancing cheek to cheek with my new girlfriend when a unrealistic smell suddenly lingered into the room and threatened our romantic embrace.I believed it unrealistic because nothing on earth could smell like that, I therefore deemed that it is was a virtual smell, created by a very evil, talented and intelligent alien being, probably a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/109170382254438450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=109170382254438450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/109170382254438450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/109170382254438450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2004/08/scent-of-alien-i-was-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-108600138408116178</id><published>2004-05-31T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:25:32.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking AheadOne morning I woke up with a new skill, I was able to perceive what other people were thinking. I started to use my newly acquired skill with my partner, answering correctly to every question I was asked, it must have worked as I got a cup of tea made for me. I was in for a big surprise when I got to work, I didn�t think they thought that badly about me, anyhow I put my new skill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/108600138408116178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=108600138408116178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/108600138408116178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/108600138408116178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2004/05/thinking-ahead-one-morning-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-107210540831344749</id><published>2003-12-22T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T16:14:50.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids Christmas LunchThe food will be lovely this Christmas, mainly because neither me or my wife are cooking it. We have booked into a restaurant for our Christmas meal and both my children tell me that their stomachs have expressed great gratitude for this gesture of good will.They were both a little worried when told that we would spend Christmas at home. But dad, who's going to cook lunch, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/107210540831344749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=107210540831344749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/107210540831344749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/107210540831344749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/12/kids-christmas-lunch-food-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-106983613883367371</id><published>2003-11-26T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T10:27:08.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair today gone tomorrowEven in today�s modern society hair has an important part to play. The lack of it or too much of it can cause social uneasiness and discrimination.I, as many of you will know, have a soft spot for facial hair and in the last few years I have indulged heavily in this passion. What you may not know is that someone close to me has also been indulging in a similar passion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/106983613883367371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=106983613883367371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/106983613883367371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/106983613883367371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/11/hair-today-gone-tomorrow-even-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-106146257401371457</id><published>2003-08-21T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T12:42:53.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beat the KidsI want to beat my kids, I would really like to give them a good thrashing., a really good hiding, but I just can�t, I cannot seem to be able to beat my Kids. At the moment they are quite young so now is a good time to do it, you know, before they get to big and strong in which case it will be impossible for me to beat them, so I must try harder, I keep telling myself that I can beat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/106146257401371457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=106146257401371457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/106146257401371457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/106146257401371457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/08/beat-kids-i-want-to-beat-my-kids-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-95718211</id><published>2003-06-16T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T17:05:53.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What sort of curry do they have in ItalyTwo years ago I reported that a local businessman was tinkering with the idea of organising an Indian festival in the Garfagnana (see article: What sort of cheese do they have in India) . I received various letters from people expressing their scepticism about being able to organise such an event so deep in �farro� and �porcini� land, a few accused me of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/95718211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=95718211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/95718211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/95718211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/06/what-sort-of-curry-do-they-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-94265426</id><published>2003-05-13T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T16:17:31.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living with no traffic lights or roundaboutsI currently live in a small village where traffic lights and roundabouts do not exist, I have to drive 45km before I find my first traffic light and about 20km for my first roundabout. I originate from a land where these two items are very common, in fact on my last visit I noticed that they are actually putting traffic lights on the actual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/94265426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=94265426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94265426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94265426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/05/living-with-no-traffic-lights-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-94256492</id><published>2003-05-13T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T12:20:01.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet HomeRecently I reported God�s move to Barga, you all must be wondering how he is getting on. Well, apparently the house has been totally restructured although not everything is to his liking, the architect overdone the religious murals, �if I wanted family portraits on the walls I could have done it cheaper and with more resemblance by putting up a few poster sized holiday snaps�. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/94256492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=94256492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94256492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94256492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/05/home-sweet-home-recently-i-reported.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-94196682</id><published>2003-05-12T13:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T13:27:12.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And we all sit together A friend of mine who has been frequenting our local bar for the last few years mentioned the unusual habit of certified couples very rarely sitting and chatting together whilst sipping a cool drink at the local wine and cheese bar.The answer is quite simple, everybody knows each other on a one to one basis and not on a couple to couple basis, so finding a spare seat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/94196682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=94196682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94196682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/94196682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/05/and-we-all-sit-together-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-93986156</id><published>2003-05-08T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T14:33:22.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Second husband theory (Man�s only savior against today�s Woman)Today�s women are very sophisticated, their liberation is complete, they have evolved into a new being. Man on the other hand has remained still, he has tried his best to thwart their progress and in so doing overlooked his own advancement, today�s Man is the same as Yesterday�s Man, whereas Today�s Woman is vastly different to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/93986156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=93986156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93986156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93986156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/05/second-husband-theory-mans-only-savior.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-93791129</id><published>2003-05-05T11:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T11:34:59.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Economic Pied Piper of Barga.Children are slowly disappearing from Barga�s streets. Inauguration brass bands are being hired to clear the piazzas and economically viable grassed areas of this noisy ball kicking vermin. As soon as the E-Piper marches past their natural playing fields, table legs, market stalls and picture holding easels invade the pitch and take possession for ever. Every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/93791129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=93791129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93791129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93791129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/05/economic-pied-piper-of-barga.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-93535802</id><published>2003-04-30T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:43:05.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spreading Un-Factual Journalism will increase censorship.I am a factual reporter, I have been writing on Barganews.com for over twenty years and I have never willingly not written something which I have not know to be untrue. I may have written something fictional but that�s what you call a story, bit like Cinderella or Pinocchio. Someone I know was explaining to me about media viruses and how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/93535802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=93535802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93535802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93535802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/04/spreading-un-factual-journalism-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-93531261</id><published>2003-04-30T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T16:09:41.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Beard, Religion and War.Having lots of untamed facial hair, or a long bushy beard as some people like to call it, is not what it used to be. For the last couple of years I have been the proud owner of a fuzzy untrimmed beard. During the first period of ownership people expressed mixed feelings towards it, especially when drinking a cappuccino or eating a jam sandwich, but I didn�t feel any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/93531261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=93531261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93531261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93531261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/04/my-beard-religion-and-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-93388696</id><published>2003-04-28T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T13:53:00.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peace is boring (or at least less interesting)Mankind is being urged to make peace with his neighbors. This is a very nice thing, kisses on both cheeks, handshaking, hello�s and have a nice day. Very nice, but also very boring, I mean peace may be ok for places like Baghdad, New York and London but Barga is to small for such a luxury. If the village becomes any more peaceful, then people will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/93388696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=93388696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93388696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/93388696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/04/peace-is-boring-or-at-least-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-87721815</id><published>2003-01-20T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T11:38:05.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Moves to BargaYet another foreigner has decided to settle down in Barga. Apparently Heaven isn�t what it used to be. The place has become very overcrowded since Hell introduced very strict immigration laws, and Purgatory was designed as a temporary buffer zone not a long term solution. When asked about his decision to come to Barga he said � I have been doing this Job for as long as I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/87721815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=87721815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/87721815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/87721815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2003/01/god-moves-to-barga-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-80774125</id><published>2002-08-27T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T14:15:38.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday 25 - Barga Times Barga Man Has DJO Syndrome A Barga man was sent to a �Digitally Jazzed Out rehabilitation clinic� for three days after he admitted losing 10 kilos and listening to various uncontrolled wind instruments for long periods of time whilst not smoking or drinking alcohol. Sources close to the man have not denied the reports, confirming the man had "experimented with the mp3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/80774125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=80774125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80774125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80774125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/08/sunday-25-barga-times-barga-man-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-80730763</id><published>2002-08-26T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T14:41:29.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The piazza is moving housePrivate parties are becoming more popular, we have always had them but not to such an extent, this year it was virtually impossible to sit in your local with a few friends without some alien popping in with a great big grin on their face making all sorts of stupid statements, Ciaooo my name is Johndoe, I come from far away, I speak very slowly, I want to be friend, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/80730763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=80730763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80730763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80730763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/08/piazza-is-moving-house-private-parties.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-80726712</id><published>2002-08-26T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T17:06:45.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geographically UnderweightWhere have all the fatties gone. Wondering around town yesterday I suddenly became aware of a lack of bulging stomachs, chubby cheeks, double watermelon bottoms and tree trunk legs. They were all skinny or at least not fat. Must be the hills, people around here go up and down some very steep hills at least three or four times a day, thus burning off the fat or maybe the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/80726712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=80726712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80726712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80726712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/08/geographically-underweight-where-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-80022339</id><published>2002-08-09T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:03:36.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lightning fish, soggy chips and curried coffee.A family and friends outing  to remember, eating fish and chips at the Barga FC concentration camp during a world war II weather blitz. Cold fish and chips, thunder and lightning, heavy rain, gale force winds, curried coffee, an un-tuned guitar, and a few drinks, well a lot of drink actually, were the main ingredients to this night out. After a cold</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/80022339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=80022339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80022339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/80022339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/08/lightning-fish-soggy-chips-and-curried.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-79303908</id><published>2002-07-23T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:04:20.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newtons�s Rule of Football It is becoming increasingly difficult for kids to play football in Bagavecchia these days, not only do they have to try and avoid their opponents, the odd flower pot, stone columns and cobbled stones but they have also to take into consideration Newton's Laws of Motion. 1. An object at rest tends to stay at rest. An object in motion tends to stay in motion along a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/79303908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=79303908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/79303908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/79303908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/07/newtonss-rule-of-football-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-78687475</id><published>2002-07-08T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T16:42:54.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barga, Stardate 20020708 � The New GenerationThe new generation of resident is alien, not from this part of town anyhow, they talk in forked tongue, they have a liking for the local wine and cheese and for taking long walks wearing full dressed uniform. To boldly go where no man has gone before, to discover cheap wines,  cold beers, remote goat�s cheese and even bigger porcini�s. Yes the tourist</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/78687475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=78687475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/78687475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/78687475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2002/07/barga-stardate-20020708-new-generation.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-4995602</id><published>2001-08-09T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:13:20.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crutches, technology and Festival BargaBarga is not the best place to walk around in if you use crutches, a friend of mine has recently injured her foot and has found it rather difficult to get around, lots of hills, narrow streets and cobble stones. Technology in this case does not seem to help, I tried to persuade her to log into barganews.com and watch us eating, drinking, enjoying the Jazz, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/4995602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=4995602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4995602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4995602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/08/crutches-technology-and-festival-barga.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-4408535</id><published>2001-07-06T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:20:23.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moans and Groans Local has become publicPublic has gone locoWine has got hotBeer is not coldPrices are going upTourists are too muchGirls are all overBoys are shut outGood talk has goneBurps are no moreK is not drinkingRest are not thinkingAs an acquaintance of mine once said�Trombi di pi� o Pippa di meno�</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/4408535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=4408535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4408535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4408535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/07/moans-and-groans-local-has-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-4188180</id><published>2001-06-22T11:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:12:33.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What sort of cheese do they have in India.The normal discussions  that fill the air in Barga�s restaurants and bars (sex, drugs rock &amp; roll, porcini mushrooms and Finnish sauna rocks, ) have been pushed into second place by this new and exciting topic. A local businessman is seriously thinking of organising a Barga Indian Cheese and Wine festival next year and has already solicited the local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/4188180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=4188180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4188180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/4188180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/06/what-sort-of-cheese-do-they-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-3185574</id><published>2001-04-13T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:11:55.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Surrendered Wife: A Practical Guide for HusbandsI recently read an article on a new book called the surrendered wife. The idea is that the wife should give complete control of everything, including herself to the husband. The basic principles of a surrendered wife (as quoted in the book) are that she:� Relinquishes  control of her husband� Respects her husband's thinking� Receives his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/3185574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=3185574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/3185574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/3185574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/04/surrendered-wife-practical-guide-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-2382319</id><published>2001-02-15T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:08:15.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can write Software because I already had some WineIf we look at the software packages available today, then it is nearly impossible to think that they were conceived by someone sober. All the stories I hear about these computer gurus are all the same. Sandal wearing, pot smoking, bean bags, ecc. I do not wear sandals, smoke or own any bean bags but I do like my wine. I am currently working on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/2382319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=2382319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/02/i-can-write-software-because-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-2382313</id><published>2001-02-15T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:06:46.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can have a wife because I already have a male computer.My wife does not understand me at 100%, in fact in her opinion I do not contribute 100% of me. When it comes to doing the housework then I am told that I only do a fraction. On the other hand if I spent just a fraction of the time that I spend in the bar doing the housework, then this would make her 100% happy. What is a fraction, is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/2382313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=2382313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/02/i-can-have-wife-because-i-already-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-2382305</id><published>2001-02-15T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:05:53.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can have a glass of wine because I already have a computer.As I mentioned in my last letter I have just purchased a new computer. Taking into account the cost difference between a glass of wine and a computer I think that nobody would grudge me spending 500 lira on a glass of wine, especially after I have just spent all that money on a new computer of which I use only 5% of it�s capabilities. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/2382305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=2382305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/02/i-can-have-glass-of-wine-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Deety</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596597798176531385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382233.post-2382239</id><published>2001-02-15T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:05:25.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can have a computer because I already have a pen.I want to buy a computer, mainly to write letters, send a few faxes , email and navigate the Internet. But I ask myself, how can I justify a computer if I only use 5% of it�s capabilities? Nowadays a computer can do almost anything, it can play music, edit films, control the heating, advise you on your health, help you cook a good curry, you can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/feeds/2382239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2382233&amp;postID=2382239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382233/posts/default/2382239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deety.blogspot.com/2001/02/i-can-have-computer-because-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>doggybag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15090577743648911970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.barganews.com/forum/uploads/av-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
