Armed with my Berkies I have just been up to the stanzone vecchio (it being the biggest room in the house) to try shoe throwing. Watching the video, the accuracy and force of Mr al-Zeidi's shoes had surprised me. I can report that shoes make good missiles.
Heavy, a handy (or footy) size, with a good grip to be found under the arch of the foot; they stay on line but turn over and over as they go - and go they do. I was throwing from the pool table end and could hit the far wall with a bit of effort and practice.
Now we all know just how rude we can be with them, and that Sunday is shoe-throwing day, all I have to do is find a war criminal or chi ne fa le veci -a suitable representative .
The Lungarno Vespucci would be a spectacular site for a mass shoe-throwing; I've always hated those ugly, concrete bollards and the gun-toting gorillas with which the United States consulate defaces one of Florence's lovliest river views. That's a crime against humanity by itself.
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Nikita Sergeievitch knew all about the symbolic power of shoes many years ago.
Plus ca change...
I'd forgotten him and the table at the UN. Was that gesture wholly misinterpreted - not the forceful underlining of his point of view but an expression of total contempt for any treaty, resolution, whatever, expression of UN opinion hammered out at the negotiating table?
Anon., you have revealed a new world of diplomatic communication!
Wow! I thought I was the only one who took notice of this particular crime.
.. and you cannot even walk on the pavement in front of the house.
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