Tonight is the Night of the Shooting Stars, traditionally known as the
Feast of Saint Lawrence, when, if you concentrate hard enough upon a
desired object while witnessing a meteor falling through the sky, you
may be able to magically alter earthly events to your own advantage.
Or, if you are feeling especially benevolent, I would like a new Lamborghini please.
Alas,
the idea of wishing upon falling stars is obviously just an old folk
tale, although I don't think it would hurt if you specified the
Lamborghini Spyder convertible when wishing on my behalf. But not the
yellow one. I repeat: not the yellow one.
Note: There is actually a Lamborghini dealer at the foot of the Via
Veneto, right next door to the human bone decorated Crypt of the Capuchin Monks.
They are probably the most incongruous neighbors that exist anywhere in the
world.
While you're at it I'll have a black Maserati Gransport Spyder. You can have my XJS in part exchange, if you like. Goes like stink,only 127,000 miles.
Posted by: Peter Horne | August 11, 2007 at 03:46
Incongruous? I dunno... "Here we are. There you are. Get some now!".
Posted by: Fcb | August 11, 2007 at 14:52