I saw Marcello this morning. Very early, I had stopped off at the Edicolè bar for a coffee on my way to meet Rosa at the market and there was Marcello, buying a paper. For newer readers, Marcello is a friend who insists on speaking in an English that consists of lines from Beatles songs!
Me: Ciao, Marcello.
Marcello: Baby, it’s you! You know you look so good! Haha!
Me: Grazie. Ma come stai e Silvia [Marcello’s wife] come sta?
Marcello: I’m feeling blue. She’s got a ticket to ride, haha!
[By now we are seated, having another coffee each.]
Marcello [offering the sugar bowl which also contains sachets of honey]: Do you want a taste of honey? Haha! Ask me why.
Me: No, thanks. I was going to. Why? Where’s she going?
Marcello: Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies, haha!
Me: Well, if she’s going to a lovely place like that, I might join her. Where is it?
Marcello: It’s not too far back on the highway, haha! But you can’t do that!
Me [I am hopeless at this game but here I managed]: Tell me why.
Marcello: Try to see it my way….I’ve got every reason on earth to be mad cos I just lost the only girl I ever had. Haha!
Me [managing another one]: If there’s anything I can do…
Marcello: What do I do when my love is away?
Me [getting good at this!]: I’m sure that while she’s away she’ll write home every day…
Marcello: Me, I’m just a lucky kind, haha!
[At this stage I decide all this sob story is nonsence, the “hahas” being a bit of a giveaway, so I change the subject]:
Me [proud of myself!]: It’s 9 o’clock. Here comes the sun.
Marcello: Don’t let the heat overcome you, haha! You know my temperature’s risin’.
Me [now amazed at myself]: There’s a place where I can go.
Marcello: I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade, haha!
Me [suddenly seeing Silvia as she enters the bar]: Silvia!
Silvia: Ciao, Pat. Come stai?
Me to Marcello [my best one!]: I saw her standing there!
[Silvia assures me she is not going anywhere.]
Marcello: She’s a woman who loves her man. [Winking at me]: Might win an Oscar, you never can tell.
13 comments:
Oh, lovely Welshcakes - 'top'! 'Chapeau'!
What memories ... thank you/grazie tante/merci infiniment for this witty and piece of nostalgia within a charming social scene.
That is so hillarious Welshcakes,
Please tell Marcello that I have made him an honourary Scouser...He really must have an'ology', as
in in 'Beatle Ology'.
I would love to be there when you are both in 'full flow',
Fabulous.
Di.x
[:-)
A conversation with Marcello would wear me out!
I would certainly lose at his game! And I loved the Beatles...
Many thanks, Phidelm. You do cheer me up. Thanks, Trubes. Marcello will be delighted to be an hon. Scouser and an "ology!" I'll ring him tomorrow to tell him. Love to all of you xx and a special woof for Chloe from Simi . It is pretty tiring, Nick! I think you might do rather well, pink.
Encore! Encore!
Thank you, Rowena.
I think after 3 minutes I'd be slapping Marcello very hard.
What an exhausting man!
I agree with Devonshire Dumplings! And by the way you have been given a blog award by me! http://lostinsicilia.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-welcome-home.html
DD, WW and Lost, I think that's how his wife feels sometimes! But he is also a very kind man. Thanks for the award, Lost. I am honoured. xx
Well you have to admire that he can do it, if nothing else. And well done for playing along.
Hi, jmb. Yes, you have to admire him for keeping it up!
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