Showing posts with label royals. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 06, 2016

MANNERS MAKETH ..... A KING

I rarely want to give a politician a Welsh cwtch [cuddle] but I did feel that poor Mr Renzi needed one today.  Having welcomed King Harald V of Norway to Rome, Mr Renzi either automatically or in a state of some nervousness offered his hand, only to have the gesture spurned by the King.  The reason is thought to be that protocol requires royals to offer their hand first.  
Video via La Repubblica



Well, protocol or no protocol, I know who I think was ruder! What about you?

It is even rarer for me to defend the royalty of my own country - I am not known for my monarchist sympathies - but I have to say I cannot imagine Elizabeth II being so impolite. When Mr Berlusconi put his hand on her shoulder a few years ago - definitely a breach of protocol - did she go off in a huff or refuse to speak to him? She did not. She just carried on with the job, as she always does.

I think Mr Renzi is to be congratulated for recovering himself so quickly.  As for His Majesty, a little humility would go a long way.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Friday, May 08, 2015

BOOTIES AND THE BOOTED

Just a quick Friday night note on how the two main events of the week in the UK are being viewed here:



First let's take the little princess, being called the "royal girl" by the Italian press. Quite a lot of people I've spoken to seem to be under the misconception, if you'll excuse the pun, that the public had been lied to about the birth date. The reason for this is that my Sicilian acquaintances find it incredible [nearly wrote "inconceivable"] that mother and child should have been discharged from hospital on the same day as the birth. I have assured them that this is normal in Britain and have pointed out that this particular mother and baby are hardly likely to lack adequate care at home. It is strange to find myself defending the monarchy but here I am, feeling honour-bound to point out that this is not the 18th century and that members of a royal family with no political power have no reason to lie about a birth.  "Ah, but we all know that the rich have their reasons", I am told and who am I to be so sure what century it is anyway? Then there is surprise that the baby has three rather than two names and at the order of them. Diana, say outraged Sicilians, should have been the second name, if not the first. I've stopped arguing on this one and just teach them how to pronounce it.

As for the UK election, there was little coverage here until Wednesday and interest surged, as elsewhere, with the publication of last night's surprising exit poll which, of course, turned out to be spot on. Today the events of the last 24 hours are being referred to as a terremoto [earthquake] in the Italian press and the news that not one but three party leaders have resigned and did so within a mere 90 minutes has been greeted with complete astonishment. [In Italy no one in politics resigns until the whole country is baying for their blood - which usually takes at least a decade - and certainly not over a matter as trivial as having the party they lead wiped out in a general election.] 

Meanwhile this newspaper appears to think that England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are "regions" of the UK. I give up!

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

GIFT - A MIGRATION STORY

As many in my home country continued, on Monday, to exult over the birth of Princess Charlotte, 1,257 miles away, in Pozzallo, attention was focused on a very different kind of birth that had taken place: On Sunday night, during a migrant rescue operation in the Mediterranean, Italian naval personnel found that a woman on one of the migrant boats was in labour.  Transferred to the naval ship Bettica, the mother was safely delivered of a baby girl by a medical team which included volunteers and helped, of course, by the military.

The sailors gave the little girl the name Francesca Marina - Francesca for Pope Francis and St Francis of Assisi [who is also the patron saint of Italy] and Marina for the Marina Militare [Italian Navy]. Following their arrival at Pozzallo, Francesca and her Nigerian mother were brought to the Maggiore Hospital in Modica, where both are said to be doing well.  The doctor who delivered her said in a radio interview that Francesca is a calm, smiling baby and that the whole experience had been very emotional for all concerned.  Today it has been revealed that her mother wants to call the baby "Gift" but will also keep her daughter's two Italian names.

I am not the first person to point out the contrasts between the two births today and several Italian newspapers have published pictures of the princess and Gift side by side but I do want to say this:  I do not often make a plea, but I would like to ask anyone who is considering, for the best of reasons, sending a present to the little princess, to think of Gift Francesca Marina, and others like her, first.

It is estimated that over 7,000 migrants were rescued in the Mediterranean in Italian-led operations over the weekend and on Monday and at least 50 migrants have died.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

SUMMER TIDES 6 - ANOTHER TRAGEDY

In Britain, as I write, a very famous baby is celebrating his first birthday; in Messina, as I write, arrangements are being made for the burial of a migrant baby of the same age who was found dead on arrival in the port.

Having been advised of a migrant boat in difficulty by a satellite phone SOS call at 4 am on Saturday, the Rome Coast Guard alerted a Danish tanker bound for Tunisia and the Coast Guard in Lampedusa. The tanker was first to arrive on the scene, between Libya and Malta, and immediately set about rescuing the passengers from the inadequate fishing boat. Some, however, drowned during the transfer.

But worse was to be discovered: 29 poor souls are known to have been asphyxiated by fumes in the hold, which they were prevented from leaving by the people traffickers and the 581 survivors who arrived at Messina on Sunday are saying that more than 60 people were killed at random by the traffickers; they were allegedly kicked, stabbed and their bodies thrown into the sea. It is estimated that the boat could have been carrying up to 800 people and that there are 180 dead but neither figure can be confirmed.

It has also been revealed that the people traffickers were operating a two-tier fare system, with migrants of Arab origin paying  $1,000 - $2,000 each for the journey and those of African origin paying $250 - $500.

Five men have now been arrested by Sicilian police on suspicion of mass murder.

The world watches Gaza, the world watches Ukraine and the world watches the little prince but no one outside Italy, it seems, is watching the Mediterranean.

UPDATE, 23.7.14

It now appears that the men who randomly killed some of the passengers were not the people traffickers, but passengers themselves. Presumably they thought that the boat was going to capsize and wanted to lessen its weight. The people traffickers, according to survivors, did nothing to stop the killing. Four men have now been arrested for people trafficking. This is in addition to the five arrests for mass murder.


Saturday, January 04, 2014

SABATO MUSICALE

This week I'm delighted to be able to say "Congratulations" to Welsh singer Katherine Jenkins on being awarded an OBE in the Queen's New Year Honours list. Well done, love!

Katherine Jenkins - 'O Sole Mio

Friday, October 25, 2013

PRINCE OF CHOCS

Image via RTM Radio Modica


His Royal Highness Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge is not a baby likely to want for gifts but I hope he will be told one day of the very special one he received from the Consorzio di tutela di cioccolato artigianale of Modica on the occasion of his christening. I suppose that the footmen of St James's Palace are, like most royal servants, inscrutable but I'd like to know what the footman who took delivery of a package of 30 bars of Modican chocolate on Wednesday really thought.

The bars were made by chocolate master Ignazio Iacono, who followed an original recipe from 1746. They contain paste made of cocoa from Ecuador, Italian sugar, vanilla from Madagascar and cinnamon from Sri Lanka. [No dairy products are added to traditional Modican chocolate.] The bars have a commemorative wrapping which contains the message, "Sweet greetings".

In a thoughtful and generous gesture, the Consorzio is also offering commemorative bars to all British babies born on the same day as Prince George. 

Come on, Georgie - grow those teeth!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

THE "CHI" ISSUE

Tonight I'm going to weigh in on the story that won't go away and yes, I have a copy of Chi - it's pronounced "kee", for any Sky presenters who may be reading - the Italian magazine that has published pictures of a topless Kate along with others that have been trumpeted as "even more intimate".  The magazine may have sold out in locations such as Milan and Bologna, but it was still on the newsstands here late on Saturday and in the newsagent's people were talking about but not, for the most part,  buying it.  That may say more about Sicilian spending habits than it does about the quality or otherwise of the publication in question.

Having purchased a copy [because I'm still too British to leaf through it and put it back on the shelf] I can tell you that the answer to the question, "What's all the fuss about?" is, "Very little":  The "intimate" pictures show nothing more than the couple applying sun lotion to each other's backs and a caress of the head, while the young woman sunbathes topless, just as millions of others do - except, of course, that this young woman is the future Queen of the United Kingdom and that is the editor's justification for publishing the pictures.

I have to say that I would have more respect for the editor if he simply admitted to publishing to sell more copies and it is worth pointing out that Chi is the magazine which published photographs of the dying Diana, Princess of Wales some years ago - a more serious lapse of taste with the potential to deeply wound a number of people, including the young man who features so prominently in the September 26th issue.

More interesting, for me, are several interviews in the same issue with key Italian media figures, one of whom, Clemente Minum, director of TG5 news, expresses views which are close to my own:  Mr Minum points out that members of the Windsor family enjoy many privileges, for which being a little more careful about what they say and do seems a small price to pay.

I would add this:  if the Windsors had ever known what it is like to need money - I mean really need it - they might understand that the temptation, for paparazzi and public alike, to photograph them in compromising situations is irresistible.

Back in 1962, the film producer Carlo Ponti who, as the husband of Sophia Loren, knew a thing or two about paparazzi, wrote this:

"Our privacy as a couple is always threatened, and consequently we move from country to country or across the ocean, from house to flat and back again, in the effort to safeguard it.  We don't hold others responsible for this lack of privacy. The fault, if any, lies in ourselves, or rather in our chosen profession."

Prince William of Wales did not choose to be a royal but his wife did.  She has plenty of advisers but an example is close at hand in her grandmother-in-law, the only head of state in the world who could have played the part of a "Bond girl" at the Olympics Opening Ceremony whilst retaining her dignity. Why? Because retaining her dignity is what she has been doing all her life.

Friday, August 24, 2012

WAITING FOR BEATRICE

Beatrice
Marie Spartali Stillman
Image: Wikipedia Italia


As I said on Tuesday, you know it's too hot when the Sicilians start to complain and today everyone is doing just that.

"I can't stand it any more", said the newsagent's wife, fanning herself, as I purchased a newspaper this morning.  "It's been three months now".  Indeed, she is right, for this year the heatwaves began in June, not in July as they usually do. As for the sea, that is of no help to us either, according to the Modicani, because now there is "too much humidity" down at the beach.



What, then, are we to do?  Well, we can await the promised storm Beatrice but  "Waiting for Beatrice" has become rather like "Waiting for Godot" and, as in the play, I fear there is "nothing to be done". Nothing to be done except call upon Sicilian pazienza....

In the meantime, Sicilians compare the depth of their suntans, smilingly assure me that there are "only" another ten days to go before everything reopens after the seemingly endless August break and ask me why the British newspapers are "afraid" of the Queen. I explain that the publications' reticence [until today] over the Prince Harry pictures has nothing to do with fear of a woman with no political power but is based on fear of possible new privacy laws. Then I explain the Harry puns.....




Today the first fichi d'India of the new season are in the shops - a sure sign of autumn.  Could it be the fact that fico can also mean "cool" or a goodlooking fellow that made me think of them then?


Wednesday, June 06, 2012

JUBILEE PAWS FOR THOUGHT

Hi, folks.

It's Simi here!

Well, I didn't want to outshine those corgis that have the Queenie lady for a mummy so I left my summer haircut till today.  Now they can eat their hearts out, just like that ole black poodle down the road!



Did you all have a nice Jubilee? I had fun barking at the fireworks over that big kennel where the corgis live in London.  I thought it was ferragosto till my mummy told me it was their mummy's barkversary.  Oh, yes, I remember London 'cos I stayed there in a doggy hotel before we got on the great big airyplane to Sicily.  That was seven years ago.

I've got a Union Jack charm, you know!


Soon  I'll be helping my mummy come up with an idea for an Olympics cake.  At least there won't be a corgi on it this time....

Time for a snooze now so see you all soon, fans and remember to keep your humans in order!



Love,

Simi xxxx woof!


Monday, June 04, 2012

A BIT OF A DO

What a fantastic spread we enjoyed at Chiara's house yesterday, in celebration of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee:


Quiche, sandwiches with Branston Pickle and delicious sausage rolls

There were other traditional condiments too.



There had to be jam tarts

and a traditional, British fruitcake!

Some beautiful Jubilee cupcakes and some
very special biscuits


Raspberries are difficult to find here so it was
lovely to see them on this sumptuous raspberry cheesecake
- and to taste them again!

I made strawberry tiramisù and I can tell you it's quite difficult to make
a diamond shape out of sugared silver balls!



I also made "Corgi cake" mark 2.

And what Sicilian feast would be complete without
lots of yummy ice cream?


Later, out on Chiara's terrace, there were fine renderings of God Save the Queen,  Sosban Fach [by yours truly and a little less fine] Auld Lang Syne, O Canada, Rule Britannia and Land of Hope and Glory.  

How do I reconcile all this with my Republican sentiments? Easily:  as I explain to my Sicilian friends, I might be against the monarchy as an institution but I have nothing against parties!

Friday, June 01, 2012

DON'T PANIC, YOUR MAJ!

Don't panic, Your Majesty - Sicily Scene is ready for your Jubilee bash!

 I've got Jubilee toes



and it's amazing what you can find at Catania market:



By the way, my lovely hairdresser Raffaele would have been devastated if he hadn't received an invitation and, as I know you're very busy, Ma'am, I made sure you sent him one:



Cincin, Lilibet!

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

CORGI CAKE

No, it's not a cake for corgis or a novelty for Simi! I've been practising for the Queen's Diamond Jubilee, you see. I'm not a monarchist but I am enough of a hypocrite to become one for a day or two, in order to join in the festivities from afar. Therefore I'd been wondering what to make to take along to a friend's Jubilee party here and, as I also wanted to try out the torta paradiso recipe in the Benvenuti a tavola book, this seemed an ideal opportunity.  

But how to decorate it?  I decided that using the red [OK, it's pink but it will do] and blue icing sugar we can get here would be the simplest option and then I began searching the internet for line drawings to use as a stencil.  I rejected crowns, silhouettes of royal personnages, Buckingham Palace shapes and the like because they would have involved complicated cutting with a craft knife on a cutting mat [neither of which I possess].  Finally I found a simple line drawing of a corgi, Her Majesty's favourite pet dog breed, and that, I decided, would be cheerful and different.  Here is the result and, by the way, the torta paradiso did rise but I turned it upside down to decorate it, thinking I could deftly turn the slices over again to serve them. It tasted, as its name suggests, heavenly!


Wednesday, June 29, 2011

PRINCELY PLANTS


Sicilian involvement in royal weddings continues this Saturday when plants from the island will decorate the streets of Monaco in celebration of the marriage of Prince Albert and Charlene Wittstock.

The plants, from the Faro di Riposto nursery in the Etna area, include several varieties of citrus tree, olive trees, Aleppo pine, camphor laurel and, of course, laurus nobilis [bay].  Four lorries began transporting them to Monaco several days ago and what a treat the people of the Principality have in store!

The Faro di Riposto company supplied  plants for the award-winning Monaco Garden designed by Sarah Eberle for this year's Chelsea Flower Show.  This project was also commissioned by Prince Albert.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

WILL AND KATE CLIFF



Yes, there is more news about the history of that royal romance and remember, you read it on Sicily Scene first!  If you thought the couple kissed for the first time in the groves of academe at St Andrew's University in chilly old Scotland, or in that farmhouse on Anglesey in drizzly Wales, be prepared to have your mind changed because of course, it happened in sunny Sicily!



Mariano Bruno, the Mayor of Lipari, has announced that locals on Panarea, the smallest of the Aeolian Islands,  remember seeing the couple kiss in the grotta dell'amore of the island's Scoglio di Lisca Bianca back in 2006.  I think the chronology might be a little awry here but the good citizens of Panarea know who and what they saw.  Besides, they could hardly miss a royal yacht, could they?  It couldn't have been Britannia, as is claimed, for she was already in "retirement" by then but it must have been a very smart vessel indeed.

Image: http://corrieredelmezzogiorno.corriere.it/palermo//

Now the Scoglio di Lisca Bianca is to be renamed for Will and Kate and the Mayor is sending them an invitation to the renaming ceremony.  He says that the late Diana, Princess of Wales, was also fond of the spot and that the new name is in her honour too.

What I want to know is whether anyone has told the British bookmakers, who were taking bets on a divorce within ten years before the marriage ceremony had even taken place.  Nothing doing, gentlemen, for a kiss in the grotta dell'amore on Panarea Island seals a couple's love forever.

Saturday, May 07, 2011

MODICAN CHOCOLATE FOR WILL AND KATE

Image: http://www.siciliainternazionale.it/

If they are not still replete after all those canapés, the world's most famous newly-weds have another culinary treat in store, for Kate and Wills are to receive a taste of the Mediterranean in the form of Modican chocolate.  

One of the guests at the Royal Wedding bash laid on by the British Ambassador to Italy and the Association of British Ex-Pats in Italy last Friday was Jacopo Scivoletto of the Consorzio per la tutela del Cioccolato modicano  [Association for the Protection of Modican Chocolate]  and, as well as presenting each of the hundred or so guests with a commemorative bar of the famous product, Mr Scivoletto asked the Ambassador to deliver a ceramic container by the Caltagirone potter Anna Boria to the happy couple.  The container is, of course,  filled with bars of Modican chocolate.

The inscription on the gift reads:

Augurale dono dalla Sicilia mediterranea
Il Cioccolato di Modica, plurisecolare tradizione “dolce” della Sicilia sud – orientale, possa tradurre simbolicamente la semplicità di un sincero e corale augurio per la fioritura del vostro felice progetto di vita.


A gift with best wishes from the Mediterranean.
May this Modican chocolate, a centuries-old "sweet" tradition of South East Sicily, symbolise simple and sincere good wishes from all of us for good fortune in your life together.

Friday, April 29, 2011

IF YOU CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM - 2

I was delighted, a few days ago, when my new British-Modican friend Emma called and invited me to "the Royal Wedding - with bacon sarnies", for what Brit - even a diehard Republican like me - could resist the lure of all that pageantry, a big television screen, wonderful company and bacon sarnies?  So it was that a group of about fifteen of us gathered at Emma's house in the Sicilian countryside this morning.

It was easy to pick out the house, although I'd never been there before:






And once inside the gate, there was no mistaking the nature of the occasion.



Emma is an artist and furniture restorer, so indoors there were details like this vintage bunting:



No sooner were we all seated than the bacon sarnies arrived - with "proper" bacon!


And then, during the interval between the arrival of the bridal party at Buckingham Palace and their balcony appearance, lunch was served:



The main course was Emma's delicious Coronation Chicken.



Our friend, artist Marjorie, had made the superb wedding cake, there was also a Victoria sandwich and you can just see my strawberry tiramisù again behind the champagne on the right.  I'll let you have another look at the wedding cake






and the glorious Victoria sandwich:



If these two were the stars of the day for some


for me the top of the bill was Emma's lovely dog, Malaki


who was obviously feeling patriotic too:



Thanks for a lovely day, Emma!

If you are visiting Modica, do stop by Emma's shop.  There you will find the lady herself, plus many objets d'art and other beautiful items.

Monday, April 25, 2011

"10.51 ????!!"

I am not, as most of you will know, a royalist but when my Italian friends and students ask if I will be watching this Friday's extravaganza, my reply is, "Yes - for the sheer, British precision of it."

When I explain further, my students do not believe me when I tell them that everything is timed not to the minute, but to the second and when I show them the timetable of events, they are even more incredulous.

"10.51??!!  Mamma mia!" they shriek when they read that the bride will leave for the Abbey at that time.  "But why not 10.50 or 10.55?" 

"Because everything is worked out with military precision", I reply, hiding, I hope, a smug, British smile.

In a country where an event planned to start at, say, 9pm can begin as late as 9.45 pm [if you are lucky] this  obsession with punctuality that the British seem to have does, at the very least, raise eyebrows and when everyone has finished being incredulous, they express a certain admiration.

Then I shrug my shoulders like a Sicilian and ask them to indulge my compatriots on this one day:  we are not good at very much any more, but nobody does precision like us!

Meanwhile, I am ready with my Royal Wedding sick bag:

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