Saturday I was the happy recipient of the Honorabile Homologo's hospitality. The traditional and successful mix of interesting people, good looks and alfa-male chatting. At puddings we were feasted on ice-cream in genuine cornetti, the wafer cones we should thank Mr Italo Marchioni for. Three of the guests found themselves slurping cones at the same time, standing, like in a sandy beach somewhere in the Mediterranean. I decide to cybershoot the moment to try something new in this blog. The actual photographic depiction of the characters involved but with enough image manipulation to prevent "outside" recognition. A barbaric notion, the Right Honourable Reader might consider, for which this blogger of yours presents his unreserved apologies.
The best punch line of the night, together with the inside story of Tseretelli 's offer of tons of artistic bronze to the city of Seville, belongs to the Veterinariaconidiomas. She was studying embryogenesis in sows (female pigs) when suddenly her lab become penniless after the withdrawing of generous American grants. Either the scientists would pay for their own test animals or they would have to change job, they were told. She then decided to try some direct fatherly financial aid. To no avail. Her father told her that he could consider pay for mice but certainly not for sows. He repeated in a uncompromising tone: " Ratas Sí, pero cerdas No".