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Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

An independent group "run by a family with a family spirit".

The lovely and welcoming seaside resort of Alassio lies between Genoa and the French border, where the Italien Riviera is less visited and less hectic than further east and south.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this gelato place on Via Torino. Best gelato ever! I got pistachio and stracciatella. I mean, who doesn’t love ice cream, right? I’m sittin’ there, enjoying my treat, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just like, “Dude, you’re in paradise! Chill out!” But nope, they’re too busy bickering about who left the cap off the toothpaste. Like, really?

The Alassino d’Oro awarded to Prof. Beniscelli and in memory of Rossi