In Mike Ford’s honour, I was going to write an epic poem, but I’ve written an Italian bath song instead. It goes like this:
1
Zuppo pomodore
Napolitana arrabiata Verdi
Brodo con fungi brodo vegetale
Tiramisu piano canoli maria
Chorus -
Osso bucco Agnolotti agnolotti
Mmmhmmm hmmm
agnolotti
2
lentiche spaghetti
cacciatore frangelico zuchero
succo Panzerotti porcini
da consumarsi entro il
Chorus
Repeat 1
Chorus, however many times you want.
The tune’s along the lines of a cross between the Macarena and Schubert’s Der Lindenbaum. Try it tonight, it’s easy. He’d like it, I think.
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I don't understand Itallian (except perhaps on a Jungian subconscious level), but for some reason singing this song made me hungry.
*shrug*
zis is curious, ja? Vee must examine your childhood trauma immediately!
I tried the bath song in my hotel room in Ho Chi Minh City earlier this week. The "hmmm" chorus part is a bit stretched though and leaves one rather breathless after the first attempt. The rest is easy and I could happily replace words like spaghetti, tiramusi and agnolotti with banh trang, hu-tien and nuoc mam. Thus killing scores of flies at one go: singing a lovely song set to Schubert, annoying the raunchy foreigners in the room next door and ordering room service while having a bath.
Hey, maybe we're onto something here. As a method of saving the world, we could do worse than singing ne? Here's an assignment for you, boys: a bath song each, Dio's song in South Korean, and 01's song in Klingon.
Go for it!
Bene, signora! And I thought I was the only one who baths in bolognese sauce and puts powdered parmigiano under my armpits.
Ciao, bella. Checking past posts I see you're Tom Eaton's Number 1 fan. I'm going to have to fight you for that one. Maybe in a stinky bath, a la Anon's posting?
But dig it, have you read Eaton's latest? It's called 'Texas', and it rocks. Better than The De Villiers Code. Not better than spaghetti carbonara. But close.
Ag sies man, Anonymous! As Stienie would say. Definitely off to Herr Doktor mitt you.
BD, of course I have read Texas. Good grief man, what kind of half-baked Number One Fan would I be if I hadn't! Choose your weapon, guy - you can fight me but you’ll lose. I know Nichi and Belinda very, very well indeed. I have even been one or the other of them, at some stage in my lives. Not that I’d admit it in public. En Garde!
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