from the EDITOR
I have an Italian friend. We have known each other for many years and have a strong friendship, even though my Anglo-Celtic and his Latin background often scrape up against each other. I’m not a great gardener, but I do enjoy dirtying the hands and nurturing the odd bulb to the extent that wherever I have lived, I have always sought to do a little something with whatever greenspace I have available. My friend, however, let’s call him Paolo, sees a patch of grass or a hopeful shrub and invariably says something to the effect of, “Just pave it, mate.” It is as though it is in his DNA to want to recreate the Roman Forum wherever possible. When it comes to sport, Paolo and I are as far apart as an…