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How will Harry the painter escape from the bikers? Who is the mysterious hitcher in the frozen Canadian winter? Will the brat Kevin get his comeuppance? And will Anouk and Hans get away with swimming in the wild? Are you a sheep or a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Do you like whips or quips? Do you soak it up, or dare you take it like a man? Or indeed a nun?.
Carte Rouge is a collection of naughty, short stories, a series of sly vignettes and comic tableaux, compiled and curated by new best friends, George and Giorgio. For all members of the lazy book club, Carte Rouge is the indulgent companion for idle days by the pool, the longeurs of the airport lounge and the post-industrial metro of the modern world. – M T Sands
“I have the body of an eighteen-year old. I keep it in the fridge.” Spike Milligan From my point of view this Milligan is pretty dark. You don’t expect a comic to think like a mass murderer. In Italy we have many comics. Unfortunately, they are all in politics. My friend Patti says they are …
Brothers Nicola and Michele Campanile were farmers from the backwaters of Basilicata in Southern Italy. They lived down a woody dirt track several kilometers from the local town in a shared farmhouse. On one side of the house, Michele lived with his wife; Nicola lived on his own on the other side of the house. …
Harry was a painter. He had painter’s overalls, a van and a ladder. Harry was pretty fit and good looking but, while he had some successes with girls, his big mouth nearly always got him into trouble long before he could test his charm on female company. One barmy night in June he finished up …
Sabi had been away on business in the north. When she got to Raff’s place, he was out, so she phoned him on his mobile. “Where are you, amore?” “At the Poly. – Where are you?” “Sitting on your bed.” “With or without your undies?” “Porco, when are you coming home?” Sabi hung up. As …
“I’ve only got two days so we should get going,” said Ric. “What bar should we go to?” Rav smiled. “You don’t need to go to bars anymore,” he said. “What? You’re messing with me, right?” “Well, you can. But you don’t need to.” “What do you mean I don’t need to? How else am …
Patrizia Vaniglia lived in a small town in southern Italy with her husband, a child sweetheart, and two youngish children. For many years she had practiced as a psychologist and psychotherapist. One day, a patient came to her with a strange question. “Do you like ice cream?” “Of course,” said Patrizia, feeling a pang of …
“I don’t conquer; I submit.” Casanova he old lothario certainly has the bragging rights. Though if you ask me it’s pretty fucked up when a man believes his prowess is solely linked to his libido. I didn’t know the ladies suffered from the same affliction until Instagram came along and persuaded them otherwise. Giorgio tells …
Sebastien was rather large and fluffy, and often nervous. When people came to the flat, he would run off to hide. Francine would call after him: “Come back here, you silly scaredy-cat!” But Sebastien was not in a hurry to meet guests or their children. He did not enjoy Francine’s pastis and pot-filled soirées. Sebastien …
It was a running joke. And then it wasn’t any more. For years Jim had commented on the possibilities of the Carper Beater. “What about it, Jules,” he would say, peering at her across the top of his thick spectacles. For years Julie had blocked him away with the straightest of bats. It all came …
Often people will drop things. It is one of the hazards of living in a block of flats. Pegs break, especially the new plastic ones, which is why he preferred the old wooden pegs. A t-shirt or one of a pair of stocking socks or a pair of no-nonsense knickers can find their way onto …