Flobits

As a little boy (not that many years ago, thank you very much), I spent most of my summer-and-other-short holidays at my grandparents' place. I'm not going to develop any nostalgic stories of my childhood featuring me getting lost in the near forest or having one of my first cigarettes (at the venerable age of 6), but instead I find it quite intriguing to remember a few peculiar details from that time. Well, in every house like that there are some old shabby books lingering around, with pages torn or undone and fixed back with sellotape, every single female face in the books having a moustache duly drawn with a dark blue pen, despite the constant-but-never-kept promise of my grandma that she'd tell on me to mom. You know, the works.

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Hello I've just finished the first task, namely finding a title for this blog. After having wrung my brains to the last cells I finally found the answer, simple and straightforward: ask the missus.    She just took a good look at the me in the morning and, without further ado, for a reason that was abundantly clear, she got it first time right: inside out pyjamas. And as I sat on the couch, sipping at my coffee,  creeping back to life, my nervous system all awry , I realised that I was another one wearing the inside out :) This is what I intend to do with this blog: to take out the inside and share it with the outside. In this spirit of fuzzy commitment, I leave you all to enjoy wearing the inside out ;) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCzOvgTCNuI