I’m in Vienna and hungover but it’s Friday and I promised you (or mainly myself) to pop out an Old Man Angelo fix on this holiest of days so:
OLD MAN ANGELO: Eva, I’m going now.
ME: Great.
OLD MAN ANGELO: I’m tired. I’m going straight to bed.
ME: No partying tonight?
OLD MAN ANGELO: Hah! Where? This town is dead.
MAFALDA: I’m going to the Penelope Club.
OLD MAN ANGELO: To do what?!
MAFALDA: Drink, dance.
OLD MAN ANGELO: But you’re old like me. Why the fuck do you want to do that?
MAFALDA: It’s fun. I may be old but I’m not dead. I can still go out and enjoy myself. The Penelope Club is nice.
OLD MAN ANGELO: You mean The Prostate Club.