a unique and special view of the Ponte Vecchio, Nessie!
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I am beginning to think that this strange man in the soft clothes is āthe one who seeks to cause troubleā. Itās not one of the gods, more of a spirit behind misfortune. I wonder this, because I keep running into him. In places far too far from home for my liking. I had just gotten back, found my footing on the blessed soil when some ghost people showed up and kidnapped me to show off to their leaders.
One of their slaves indicated that the blood might never come out of the planks on the ship, but that it was a fine ship otherwise and thanked me for it. They were not, however, so grateful as to take me back home, claiming that there were not enough stores for the journey.
I dried the hearts of my captors and wear them to remind me of the treachery of ghosts.
So here I am, and here he is again. My life goes into upheaval and heās always at the centre of it, though seemingly innocent of it all. That is how the one who seeks to cause trouble works. Especially since he is always there in the times and places where the gods-cursed may gather but not battle.
On the bright side, it is amazing what these ghost people will trade for a handful of pepper. What they do to chocolate does not impress, however.
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I am off to Nuremberg - a city of many interesting Celestial Innovations.
Yours in Truth,
Mr. Collins
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Florence. Yeah, Florence. They like me there. I had a real good time in Florence.
Well. Kind of a mixed blessing, sort of thing.
I met this real great girl, and we had us some good times. What was her nameā¦ hmm. You might have heard of her. I used to use them, whaddaya call 'em, pneumatic devices, to help ye remember things. She was mad for meā¦ Mad! Thatās right, Madeleine. Madeleine de La Tour. Swanky name, right?
Believe it or not, I was singing at her wedding party. Me and Aengus and the boysā¦ well, Iāll let Dave tell this part of the story:
āWell, she came up to me, and said, āHi there, honey,
Howād you like to come along?
āCause weāre gonna have a party,
Yeah a rock-n-roll party,
Well, weāre gonna have a party.ā
And before I knew, we were
Rockinā in the parlour.
Rockinā in the parlour.ā
Yeah, all right Dave,thatāll do. Thatās enough. No, we get it, you were rockinā in the parlour, you said so. Twenty-three times, at least. Yeah, I counted. Christ, mate, piss off already.
Aengus, didnāt you fire this bloke already?
So anyway, yeah, I rocked her in the parlour on her wedding night in France. And what a parlour it was! Those Medicis were awful big on sumptuous upholstery, if you know what I mean. No, thatās not what I mean. No, not like Rosie, Madeleine didnāt weigh in at nineteen stone, Iām just talking about her pillows.
No, not those pillows, ye daftā¦
So anyway, weād just finished up our little private command performance, and sheās fanninā herself the way the toffs did back in the Renaissance, when in walks the blushing new groom, the boss Medici, El Queso Grande (or, as Maddy liked to call him, Le Gran Fromage), and she, ever the quick thinker, introduces me as her cousin or uncle or some shit, and Lorenzo and I make with the bows and the flourishes and the how-do-ye-dos, and heās still in a great mood and lookinā forward to his wedding night (not realizinā that I may have primed the pump a wee bit) ācause he keeps grabbinā at his johnson and readjustinā itā¦ or anyway, thatās what I thought at the time. He turned out to have enjoyed the show Aengus and I put on for him, I guess. At any rate, within a few months theyād moved to Florence, and insisted I come along as a court musician or similar, and he and Madeleine commissioned a statue of me, carved by one of their pet sculptors whose name I always forget. I think itās still there, right in the heart of Florence.
Whilst that was gettinā carved, Madeleine kept havinā me come visit her at her palazzo, ostensibly to pose for her sculptor guy. He typically left after only ten minutes of sketchinā, and Maddy would offer me a drink, weād play a few hands of whist or gin rummy, and one thing would lead to another, and by the time the statue was finished, olā Madeleine was about ready to give birth to her daughter Catherine. Probably just a coincidence, that.
But the worse part was that she and Lorenzo both died shortly after Catās birth. The official cause was plague, but I tellya, I think I have a different idea. And itās related to why Lorenzo kept grabbinā at his junk. I blame him, you want to know the truth. And she was just a young thing, too, maybe 21 at the most. Iād have killed him if the Jack hadnāt gotten him first.
But man, I miss those card games.
Psst! Oi! Hey, olā Bon is sensitive about that year, so donāt call him on it, but heās not tellinā it true. Bon has always had a taste for wine, women, song, and more wine, so maybe his memoryās not what it might have been, but me, I just go for tea and ciggies, so I have a clearer grasp of the sequence of events. Bon was real sweet on Maddy, more than heād ever let on (and donāt believe for a second heād ever forget her name!), and he blames himself for her untimely demise. I donāt remember Lorenzo de Medici ever scratchinā his nutsack until weeks after Bon met him. Plague or syphilis or whatever killed the Medicis, I believe it came from Bon, and deep down, Bon believes it too. And so did Lorenzo, which is why Bon and me went on our second world tour that very same year, leaving Florence on stolen horses only two minutes ahead of the Dukeās household guard, and riding balls-out the 2,000 kilometers to Seville. We only paused for a brief gig in Madrid to celebrate our escape, and maybe make a few pesos while we were at it.
That was a hell of a show, but we outdid it once we got to the far side of the Atlantic. Less than five months after we left Spain, we played Argentinaās first rock show at Rio de la Plata.
But letās not get ahead of ourselves.
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I finished the blanket for Donnaās baby shower this morning. I hope the size is ok. I wonder if she is having a boy or a girl. Now what do I do with this left over yarn?
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Depicting a sword from cubes? what sort of baby shower was this? Do you wish the child to craft mines?
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Ah, Florence! Wine (other peopleās cellars), women (other peopleās wives) and song (the cries of men whoāve just discovered the state of their wives and cellars)!
Possibly a vacation might be in order, I hear the Sultanaās a peachā¦
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Well, were anyway. Sorry about that.
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I brought cookies!
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āStill mulling things over? It is a weighty decision. Donāt let time run out.ā
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I found a good use for the last of the yarn; I made you a nice neck-warmer.
Itās your favorite color, and I just know how rough you play at school sometimes, so it should protect you from all those other ruffians and immortals, erā¦ hoodlums rather, on the playground. Now donāt look all embarrassed, Iām sure all the other kids will be jealous of you, but just remember to be kind to everyone. Are you listening to me? Hmmm?
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