A dragon in the basement

Everybody should have a neighbo(u)r like Michael, il mio vicino from the Marchigiani hills. He may have been born and raised in South London, but he's got Italian blood flowing through his veins. I used to kid him that he should run for mayor of Amandola, so adept is he at diffusing tension with a charming smile and cutting wit. But, then we'd lose him no doubt to more pressing causes. The Bank of Italy or Prime Minister are but two positions that come to mind. So, for now, we Amandolese our content to have him and his lovely wife Liliana as our regional ambassadors, two futurists living in a 15th century casa. Here's the latest heroic tale from his blog in which Michael tries to single-handedly crush Big Oil, one stick of wood at a time.