[FrieDay]

Friday! Friday again! And who cares what my mother says! “Don’t eat that kind of stuff so greasy and fried and fatty!” But how can you resist if that chips remind you the real friendship, the weekend happiness, the time spent all together, the foolishness, the lightness? That oil drops really taste as good times,…

[Praise of myopia]

Mr Sherman has the bad habit of putting up no glasses. The bad habit of popping in the pub and shake the hands of unknow people. All because Mr Sherman is an embarassing short-sighted person. At last company dinner he eated a whole pudding only with knife. And was smiling when the others was laughing…

[Forget]

He forgot every negation. And changed the words of his vocabolary. His hairstyle. Let the forehead bared. Let the tatoos visible. Put on a short-sleeve Ben Sherman. Buttoned up the neck. And booked one-way ticket. He voluntereed forgot the keys at home. And the whole things seemed so easy. Eliminò tutti gli avverbi scomodi. Eliminò…

[Last Ford-bye]

He was being too much proud until that moment. But just that morning falled into temptation. Woke up early and reached Corby Road in a dry cold dawn in Sheffield. His warm breathe was hiding his face and it was his only companion too. He turned at the corner and stopped. An old Ford stood…