Elysia

Hi everyone I have two tickets for this thursday and will be selling them outside the roundhouse on the day, is anyone interested?

happy ending

I was there too!!!!!!

Awww how cute! Love this one!

I think he first said it on twitter i'm not sur ethough but he announced the name after the foire aux vins festival in colmar. These are the pics he posted on twitter: Just because... here is a pic of my new dog. Meet Melachi The Witch http://yfrog.com/3ul1auj . And here's another, then I'll leave you alone. This was taken 3 days ago. http://yfrog.com/jne7qtrj I know what you mean i have been so busy latley.

Aww thats ok but you really need to keep up with this place it is amazing:biggrin2: Melachi is Mika's dog it means witch in arabic or something but she is the cutest dog ever:biggrin2:

Cool article! Thanks for posting the english one

Great thread very useful thanks everyone:biggrin2:

This is what google says: I was thirteen and trousers too short, I was sweating forehead and the straps pulled me on the neck. That summer evening, to Bordighera, Italy I decided that I hated. Everything was difficult. I served in the bar, I felt uncomfortable and indatto, and all attention was given to my sisters. Foreign women have no idea What is veremente Italy: Ask a Gaffo adolescent male. He knows the truth. As a boy our summer holidays were always in the South of France. We went down from London by car, our Toyota Previa white, crammed with luggage, pillows, parents, crumpled family pet including a bunny nacosto under my seat and my four brothers. Sitting on pacimento car was not an option, it was a necessity. If the trunk is closed and the police there pecking, sailed from London for twenty hours of our journey towards the sun. The streets of Bordighera and San Remo have been my first experience of Italy. My mother loved the food and people, and people reciprocated the sentiment. With its large, colorful clothes, his body round and its swarm of children was well received in Italy, France mendre received always looks cold. The sisters, pretty and smiling, basked in the attention. My brother was just a kid and liked the fact that he lived in Rome, spoke Italian and had charm. Glamour! That's something I had in 13 years. I was clumsy. Quiet but with sudden bursts of expressiveness, that people are uncomfortable around me. Maybe I saw a strange como or effeminate. My parents were often things I had. Pants shortened, brettelem long-sleeved shirts with collar and tie. I was not comfortable with stress and I felt that the Italians were not with me. The ease of ragazzimi intimidated. I wanted to run away from them. My second incotro with Italy was very far from Italy and later in London. I was 19 and studied opera at the Royal College of Music, where I sang as a baritone for three and a half years. Antra not just in the classroom during the Italian singing, taught by Professor Mark Canepa, again I felt like that awkward kid in 13 years. The professor was a short man, middle-aged and spoke in frank and sincere, with a strong Italian accent. She wore red suspenders and loved the work. In three and a half years that I had a professor, I sang in his presence only five times, and always the same song, 'Already the sun from the Ganges', you Scarlatti. I was terrible. I was a pop singer who pretended to be a singer of classic sixties and looked like a baritone. Canepa was desperate, I called the "silent". At my last lesson with him, told him that one day could Verdemar in Milan, but not because the scale was too small. I think I was crazy. We jump forward five years to my first concert al'Alcatraz Italian Milan. Amet show, I sit down and play a quiet song, Over My Shoulder. When I produce sustained high notes, the crowd begins to make a terrible noise. Horrified, I think that are challenging and because I continue the concert. Only at the end I realize that I was not challenging but cheering: liked the way I sing. He had never stumbled upon an audience of the genre before. Professor Canepa I had never seemed so far away. My hatred for Italy teenager became love. Now I realize: Italians get it. If not exactly what, but they understood. See the beauty and what is extraordinary in things that others consider ordinary. Italy reminds me of my family when we shouted and laughed in our long journey on board the Toyota Priva.

**joins the bet** he probably won't even get through 1 issue he did say it is already late!

I agree

omg wow!!

me too