#italian restaurant uk

[bellacosarestaurant]

Italian Restaurant In London

Unlike in decades gone by, foreign food is popular in London culture. They like to be diverse and try dishes from all over the world. Italian restaurants serve a good Mediterranean menu to delight each of their customers. You can find at least one Italian restaurant waiting to offer their rich cuisines.

When you have decided to try some authentic Italian food, you will find the best restaurants. Although Italian restaurants are becoming more popular so you can easily find the best Italian restaurant UK. You can easily find the best Italian restaurants by asking around your locality. The opinion of the locals is the best way to know about the newly opened restaurant.

There are many Italian restaurants in London to choose from, find the taste of food and the prices of dishes. You can also find the best Italian restaurants online, discounts they are offering and reviews written by the customers.

All these are great ways of finding the best Italian restaurant in London. Bella Cosa is one of the top Italian restaurants in London. We serve a variety of pizza and pasta dishes along with regional Italian specials, all using quality Italian ingredients. The space has great views over the river and is perfect for family dinners, couple’s nights out and business lunches with space for group dining. Bella Cosa offers you a journey through Italian cuisine in the heart of the City.

[sometimeslondon]

Portobello Garden Arcade, Notting Hill

Oddly, despite the name, this is an Italian restaurant

[terraterrarestaurant]

What Makes The Best Authentic Italian Cuisine?

Authentic Italian cuisine is renowned worldwide for its simplicity, fresh ingredients, and rich flavors. It is a culinary tradition deeply rooted in the cultural heritage of Italy and has been perfected over centuries. Several factors contribute to what makes the best authentic Italian cuisine.

First and foremost, the quality of ingredients plays a pivotal role. Italian cuisine relies heavily on locally sourced, seasonal produce. Fresh vegetables, herbs, and fruits are at the core of many Italian dishes. Tomatoes, basil, garlic, olive oil, and Parmesan cheese are staple ingredients that are used abundantly. The Italians believe in letting the natural flavors shine, and this emphasis on fresh, high-quality ingredients distinguishes authentic Italian cuisine.

Another key element is simplicity. Italian dishes are often characterized by their minimalist approach, with few ingredients combined in harmonious ways. Rather than overwhelming the palate with complex flavors, Italians celebrate the natural taste of the ingredients. For example, a classic Margherita pizza showcases the combination of fresh tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, basil, and olive oil on a thin, crispy crust.

Best Italian restaurants in London are also heavily influenced by regional variations. Italy is divided into twenty diverse regions, each with its culinary traditions and specialties. From the hearty pasta dishes of the north to the seafood-rich cuisine of the south, each region offers unique flavors and techniques. The best Italian cuisine embraces and honors these regional variations, ensuring that the dishes reflect the local traditions and ingredients.

Furthermore, the art of cooking in Italy involves technique and skill. From handmade pasta to slow-cooked sauces, Italian cuisine demands attention to detail and patience. Whether it's shaping delicate tortellini or simmering a ragù for hours, the dedication to craftsmanship is evident in every dish. This commitment to traditional methods is what sets authentic Italian cuisine apart.

The concept of food as a shared experience is deeply ingrained in Italian culture. Italians view meals as a time for connection and celebration, and this philosophy translates into their cuisine. The best Italian restaurant in the UK offers meals that are often enjoyed with family and friends, accompanied by lively conversations and laughter. The convivial atmosphere adds an extra layer of richness to the dining experience, making it truly authentic.

Lastly, respect for tradition and heritage is a defining characteristic of Mediterranean restaurants. Recipes are passed down from generation to generation, preserving the authenticity and integrity of the dishes. Italian chefs and home cooks take pride in upholding these traditions and keeping the flavors alive.

In conclusion, the best Italian restaurants in London are a combination of high-quality ingredients, simplicity, regional variations, technique, shared experiences, and respect for tradition. It is a culinary journey that embraces the essence of Italy's diverse regions and celebrates the natural flavors of the ingredients. Whether it's a plate of spaghetti al pomodoro or a slice of creamy tiramisu, authentic Italian cuisine is a testament to the rich culinary heritage of Italy.

[windona]

Prompting night: Outlaw AU -> the Outlaws spending an extended time in Europe for a mission (region of your choosing), and voicing their opinions on the experiences.

A/N: Based on real life experiences.

"I gave you fifty Euros, not forty," Jason said to the waiter. The man stuttered out an apology and handed back an extra ten Euro bill.

"Why is this the second Italian restaurant in Germany that tried to cheat us out of money?" Rose said as the waiter walked away. "We should shake a fist at them."

"It's because you sound American, and they don't like tourists," Brion drawled. "It is also why he was so rude to you and didn't slaver over your plate for service."

Kory tilted her head to the side. "Is that why they were nicer to you when you ordered?"

Brion shrugged. "Most restaurants are normal, just a few that think they can get away with it. It helps that I know German."

"But why is it the Italian ones?" Rose asked. "I just wanted some pasta."

"No idea."

[junosview]

Yorkshire Gold

It’s time for a British Summer Tour 2024. Why go travelling the world in search of summer sunshine and exotic experiences? Yes, I know, that question has probably already answered itself. In times of undoubted climate change, we can thank the mindless emitters and evidence deniers for the cooler and even wetter British June & July of 2024. Ducks need not engage with this previous…

[dominateeye]

Why do I miss Frankie & Benny's

[veneziexeter]

Italian Wine Restaurants Uk

Discover the true taste of Italy at our Italian Wine Restaurants in the UK. Indulge in delicious authentic cuisine paired with premium Italian wines. Read more: https://www.venezia-exeter.com/winered

[rainbowintheskyf1]

seb spotted in an italian restaurant in the uk yesterday

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[sgiandubh]

What about Grandma then? In recent days, that Barbour issue has been discussed in several corners of this fandon, as you said. Well, the day before yesterday Garance was posting stories showing off his Barbour coats...Obviously those two also follow the topics discussed on Tumblr. 🤷‍♀️

Dear Garance Anon,

You will have to forgive me for the very, very late answer. I wanted to give it my full, undivided attention, because I believe we never spoke seriously about Mrs. Mariline Fiori, aka Garance Doré.

The short answer to your comment is 'oh, but we know they do, as we know they are not the only ones'. Unlike S&C, though, the McGrandmas might see us as a free, useful toolbox of sorts, where readily available ideas congregate. Remember they have deliberately calibrated their public couple personas on exactly what SC are unable and/or unwilling to give/show this fandom. To some extent, it works and, as any good Frenchwoman, Garance understood she was savvy to play the atout charme joker card. Which is exactly what she does - also, being French, she knows exactly what type of European public is instantly attracted to the Barbour reference: a public whose wallets she needs.

But as I just said, your post made me think about Mrs. Doré. Who is she, really? So, sorry, Anon, if I use you as a springboard for my musings.

She was, as I said, born Mariline Fiori, on May 1st (same day as JAMMF, LOL) 1977, in Ajaccio, Corsica's main town and birthplace of Napoleon Bonaparte. Not a Corsican, though (same as Napoleon, LOL): Italian father, French/Algerian mom. People who left Algeria when it became independent, after the Evian Peace Accords, and whom the metropolitan French still call, to these day, 'pieds-noirs' (literally and quite derogatorily, 'black feet'). Her family's social status is, however, a bit unclear, as Mrs. Fiori successively played with her personal story in interviews, in what the French also sarcastically call 'des petits arrangements avec la vérité'/ a bit of tinkering with the truth.

In this 2019 interview to Elle UK, for example, her parents are described as owning a restaurant in Corsica (https://www.elle.com/uk/life-and-culture/a29758314/garance-dore-original-influencer/):

But in another 2013 interview to The Talks, her mother was a shrink (https://the-talks.com/interview/garance-dore/):

Also, for the sake of clarity:

Oh, well: different country, different crowd/market, different agenda and perhaps older and wiser when talking to Elle UK, you would think?

Not necessarily and still a divisive figure for the international press/blogosphere. People did not appreciate her frequent flying and luxury travels during COVID, for example, along with her 'white, bourgeois woman entitlement'. Both in New Zealand...

(Source: https://www.ensemblemagazine.co.nz/articles/garance-dore-new-zealand - I think you should read the entire article, as it is absolutely enlightening, also something I wouldn't go polemic about, you make up your own mind, really).

...and in France, where they apparently are not very fond of her 'cult of personality' approach to social media, to say the least:

(Source: https://www.madmoizelle.com/a-t-on-vraiment-besoin-de-preter-attention-aux-conseils-antivax-des-influenceuses-1145916 Non Francophones could use Google Translate, but considerably lose in doing so the ferocity of the writing - but then, again, the French press is particularly sarcastic & ferocious, when set against someone or something. I love them to bits.)

The translation is clear, and I deliberately did not insist on the political stance of the article, whose title gives a straightforward idea: 'Do we really have to pay attention to the influencers' antivax advice?':

'This influencer cannot singlehandedly convert a part of her fans to antivaxing, via Instagram, but this comforts those who already thought so and keeps them even more hooked. This is because Instagram is a social media whose model heavily relies on shared affinities, meaning that it congregates likeminded people and creates bubble phenomena, of which GD is a good example.

GD, who built an empire around her handle which she turned into a brand and transformed her own lifestyle into her best product might very well turn her cult of personality into an economic model. Many celebrities already do so and are perfectly entitled to. But in her case, we are not talking about sending a birthday personalized cameo, we are talking about dispensing health advice during a pandemic.'

Truly, Ha-wa-wee 2.0 sounds like kindergarten compared to the above and never made it so far and wide in the international press. But hey, don't we know, double standard is the law of this land.

But to cut the story short, because it's 5 AM in here and we'd be talking about Mrs. McGrandma until tomorrow evening, do we really imagine someone so well versed in the ways and means of social media not following Tumblr?

Yeah, thought so, too.

[galadriel1010]

One thing that I think gets left out of discussions about distances in the UK is how much bigger they are now. Just in practical terms, my nearest shop when I was a kid was half a mile away, and it's now nearly a mile. Obviously that shop hasn't moved, it closed. I'm in my 30s, and this is within my lifetime. When I was in my teens, we still had a corner shop, post office and library, though the butchers and the newsagent and the haberdashery had all gone by then. Now, we have one pub, one Italian restaurant, a takeaway, and a nail salon. There is one bus an hour up to the shop, so if I don't want to drive I have to get the bus three miles, and the bus costs £4 return. That was £1.20 when I were a lass.

Everything has got less convenient.

[bellacosarestaurant]

The Best Italian Restaurant In Canary Wharf, London.

Canary Wharf has no shortage of offering thebest Italian food in London. All offer a choice of cuisines and dishes to guarantee you have an incredible experience. Whether travelling on business and looking for someplace to complete a conference or on vacation and looking for that romantic restaurant where you can relax and have a good time.

Bella Cosa is known for its exceptional service and delicious food welcoming local people and guests coming back. This restaurant uses fresh ingredients to guarantee the best food provided every time. The restaurant has a good wine list to go with its mouthwatering menu.

Bella Cosa is a popular Italian restaurant that offers a friendly atmosphere. This restaurant offers contemporary Italian cuisine and is growing in demand with visitors. Bella Cosa offers table reservations to reduce the risk of disappointment. This restaurant is incredible for business or for that romantic meal night out.

It is the best Italian restaurant in Canary Wharf, London. You should reserve your table in advance and have a pleasant time. Based on the type of food you like to eat and the type of evening you are looking for, Bella Cosa is the best Italian restaurant London, guiding you with the best option and will make the booking for you.

Bella Cosa is the best Italian restaurant UK located in the prestigious Canary Wharf in London. Just a few minutes from the Thames River, in the heart of the business district. This elegant restaurant caters to families, couples, singles and business travellers who want to be in the perfect location when visiting this top city. Bella Cosa is well-appointed with modern conveniences and offers many facilities to their customers. To find out more or to make a booking at Bella Cosa.

For more information or to place an order, please contact us : 0207 132 1212   Address : Bella Cosa Restaurant, Drewry House,213 Marsh Wall, London, E14 9FJ.

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 18/? Word count: 4392 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 16. So. Many. Mistakes

It was Wednesday, three days after the incident in Austria. The entire team had now moved to Towcester, Silverstone, UK. Everyone was preparing for the race in Silverstone the next weekend. Teams were working from their hotels or the track or, as most teams did, from their home base. Unfortunately, for Ferrari, they had to work from their hotel.

Charles entered the hotel restaurant; a few people from his team were working from this spot, and others had booked a meeting room or went to work at a cafe down the street. The last two, three actually, days were a rollercoaster to him. He was thinking a lot, he couldn't let the situation go. After Matilde pulled him out of the meeting, she told him that she didn't want to see him for a couple of days and that he had to fix Silverstone on his own. He fucked up big time. It didn't feel right to him.

"Galileo," Charles said and sat across from the assistant of his team principal.

The young Italian looked up from his computer. "Charles," he said uninterested. "What do you need?"

"Can you see Matilde's schedule for today?"

Galileo squinted his eyes. "Of course I can. I am her assistant."

"Can you schedule a meeting this afternoon? If she has time?"

"Hmm, let me see..." Galileo looked at his laptop and opened Matilde's agenda. He looked questionable, then hopeful at the driver. Charles' eyes lit up. "No."

Charles straightened his face. "Why?"

"She specifically instructed me not to plan any communication with you. Anything else, Charles?"

"I have a work-related question, Galileo. She is my team principal, I have the right to ask her any question I want," Charles replied annoyedly.

Galileo nodded impressively. "Now she is your team principal? Okay," he shrugged. "What's your work-related question? I can forward it." He showed a forced smile.

"When does she have time so I can ask it in person?"

"For you, she doesn't. Try tomorrow at the track. Good afternoon, Charles." Galileo went back to work while Charles got up and walked away. "And don't even try to ask the front desk for her room number," Galileo added, reading Charles' mind for his plan.

Charles stopped walking and turned around to look at the assistant, only sharing a glance before he walked away again. It really seemed like Matilde would do everything not to see him, and she got everyone involved to do so. He fucked up badly. Charles walked through the lobby, trying to come up with a plan. He wanted to speak to her before the weekend began, he wanted to apologise before he would go out on the track again, he wanted to see her before the weekend because he knew she could ruin his race and career within a second. He already did ruin his relationship with her, professionally and privately, but... He fucked up, and it didn't sit him right.

He crossed the lobby, ready to go back to his room, wanting to go out for a run to process his frustration. The last thing he now wanted was to see Matilde. Even though he wanted everything to make it up, to apologise, but if she wanted to give him the silent treatment, he would accept it and do the same. She wanted this, so she received it.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her in the lobby, behind the front desk. Charles' face straightened when they made eye contact. He seemed to react to her presence, but she didn't move one muscle when she saw him. He wished to bridge the divide, but she remained unmoved. It was like he was a stranger to her. Charles forced himself to look away, maintaining his course towards the lift. He bit his lip, it didn't feel right to ignore her, this was not the right way to address this situation.

Charles entered the lift, his heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. Just when the doors were about to close, he stepped between them, causing them to open again. His heart beat loudly in his chest, but he had to do this. He made his way to the front desk. For a second, the confusion came to his mind; why was she standing behind the front desk? Then he noticed that she was standing next to the printer, waiting for the papers that came out of the machine.

"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?" a young lady asked.

A forced smile came on Charles' face. "Hey, I want to speak to my boss," he explained, pointing at Matilde.

Matilde kept looking at the papers that came out of the machine. She bit on the inside of her cheek, and now she was suddenly his 'boss'. "I'm afraid I don't have time, Charles. Have you tried to book a meeting with Galileo?" Matilde spoke, her voice ice cold.

"Yes, but-"

"What did he say?" She looked up at her driver.

"That you didn't have time..."

"Exactly," she replied, grabbing the papers. A smile came on her face when she stepped away from the front desk. "Thank you, girls. You can put the charges on my room," she thankfully said.

"Anytime, Miss Jørgensen," the girl said happily.

Matilde was still not used to things like this, it made her feel old. She passed Charles, walking to the lift.

"Can we talk?" Charles begged when he followed her. "Please?"

The doors of the lift opened when Matilde pressed the button. "I don't have time, Charles, I have to work. Besides, you were really clear about what you wanted, and I am not waiting for further unnecessary explanation." She pressed the button for the right floor. The cold, steel walls of the lift gave no room for comfort as the two remained trapped in uncomfortable silence. The tension between them was palpable, the weight of unspoken words pressing heavily on their shoulders.

It was evident that Matilde was resolute in her stance. He couldn't push her to talk. But at least he could try to apologise. She didn't have to say anything back, but he wanted to share his regret with her. He couldn't bear the weight of the unspoken words any longer.

"Can we please talk? Like adults?" He looked hopeful at her. "Or only listen..." he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

The air inside the lift seemed to grow even colder. Matilde kept looking in front of her, not reacting to Charles. Her face was still displaying a resolute demeanour.

"I know I messed up," Charles continued, knowing she would hear his words. It was up to her what she would do with it, but at least he apologised and agreed with his own stupidity. "Give me a chance to explain it. I need to make things right. Please, can we just talk for a few minutes? I won't take much of your time."

Matilde bit her lip, considering his request. Her expression remained inscrutable. To her, Charles messed up badly, and he was the one who started it, so she was waiting for him to make the first move. It was tough for her, she didn't like to ignore people or wait until they came up to her. She had it in her to talk straight away and forgive for everyone's sake so they could move on. But this time... She was hurt. The seconds stretched on, making Charles' heart race even faster. He had to say something, anything, to get through to her without begging.

"I want to apologise, Matilde," he said, his voice softer but laden with regret.

The lift doors slid open. But before Matilde stepped out, she finally turned to face him directly, her gaze locking with his. The tension in the confined space was almost suffocating. She let him wait. However, she had never seen this much regret on his face. After what felt like an eternity, she let out a sigh. "Make it quick," were the only words she said, and she walked away from him.

Charles didn't move. Her words lingered in the air, he felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. It was a small victory already, but he knew this victory could be taken away in the blink of an eye, meaning he knew he had to make the most of the opportunity. He quickly followed her through the hallway of the top floor.

Matilde held open the door to her hotel room. Charles showed a small smile when he stepped into her room after her. The door fell in its lock. Never had he been in the hotel room of his team principal, any team principal, or someone else who was important to his team. He stepped further into the room, his eyes still curious as they scanned the surroundings. The moment felt both awkward and charged with the tension of the unresolved business. His eyes glided over the room, it was neat and tidied. Charles looked at how she collected her papers and files at the table next to the window, it was her improvised office for now. Then he noticed some papers, some CVs, of other drivers, but also mechanics and engineers. Charles looked at Matilde, his first thought was that she wanted to get rid of some people, but if she wanted to, she would speak openly about it, right?

"Uh, don't mind the papers. My organisation skills are not the best," she mumbled. Matilde collected some organised files from the second chair in the room and threw all the papers and files on the ground. "Have a seat."

Charles nodded and sat down across from his team principal. He cleared his throat, searching for the right words to express himself. "I would like to apologise," he said. While he said that, he looked into her eyes.

She didn't react to it. "Okay." She was waiting for more.

"But may I ask why you keep avoiding me?"

"I haven't seen you for two days, and suddenly I'm 'avoiding' you? I am busy, I have stuff to do," Matilde coldly replied like it wasn't obvious.

"Even your personal assistant refuses to make an appointment with you for me. 'She specifically instructed me not to plan any type of communication with you'," he quoted Galileo.

She nodded. "Yes. I was, and am, not ready to talk after what you said to me. I'm here to ensure we get a decent weekend at Silverstone, even though I do not like you at this very moment, you still deserve a great weekend. But we wouldn't sit here if it weren't for the team. You're lucky you're still on the team."

Very direct and straightforward, Charles knew she was... He wouldn't call it angry, but she was definitely disappointed. Every time she got very direct and straightforward, she was done with you. She was direct and straightforward, but it was different when she didn't show any emotion. "I want you to know I'm genuinely sorry for my behaviour. What happened on the track, the mediapen and in the meeting room, was entirely my fault, and I take full responsibility for it."

Matilde nodded slightly, her expression still guarded, but she was willing to listen anyway.

"I cannot change the past, but I can work towards a better future. I value my position at Ferrari, and I understand the importance of unity within the team. The incident in Austria was a huge mistake, and I promise you, it won't happen again."

Matilde squinted her eyes slightly when he said the word 'promise'. She noticed a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he looked at her, searching for any signs of forgiveness.

Charles felt a need to make amends, not just for the sake of their professional relationship, but also for their personal connection, which the recent events had strained.

Her facade was crumbling, and her voice dripped with frustration. "And what about your behaviour off the track?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted his eyes, his voice trembling with annoyance and anger. He clenched his fists under the table, his frustration evident in every fibre of his being.

"I am talking about what you said in front of Max, Christian and Carlos," she coldly replied. She pressed her fingers on the table, ready to make a point. "You humiliated me in that meeting, Charles. I set up that meeting because I was convinced we all could talk about it." Her eyes shot from one eye to the other, causing Charles to swallow hard. "You lost your temper there! You embarrassed the entire team, your fans, and other teams in front of the media! And let's not forget about all the interviews you threw sneers at me and the team!"

His frustration boiled over. "You didn't protect me there!"

Matilde straightened her back. Her patience finally snapped, her voice raised. "No offence, Charles, but it was your mistake out there! You are my driver, and I will always have your back, no matter what, especially in the media. But it was your mistake, and I can't protect you from the truth behind the scenes."

"It felt like you were picking the other side!"

"I stood behind a fact!"

Now, his voice was filled with anger. "It's always the other side when it comes to Red Bull!"

Matilde tilted her head, and she blinked a couple of times. "Is this about Red Bull or your own ego?"

"Sorry?" He stared at her. "You can't be impartial regarding Red Bull, Matilde! It is always about Red Bull!"

She snorted, and she got up. "You and the entire team don't even see how hard I try to fit in within the team! I try so fucking hard, time after time! You either push me away or exclude me. And not even once do you all try to include me, like celebrations or parties or even smaller things like a fucking lunch or coffee break! I have to put in so much effort, but it feels like you don't want to accept me. You basically push me into the welcoming arms of Red Bull, can you actually blame me for going to them instead? You give me an unwanted feeling and I'm not going to force myself on people when I know I'm not wanted." She shook her head and she walked to the window. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she blinked rapidly to get rid of them.

Charles parted his lips, and he looked at her. He acknowledged that at the start, he didn't put effort into involving her, but he had no idea it was that bad. Later on, he just didn't put energy in her, he just did his thing, she did her thing, he didn't know it was that bad. "I am sorry-" The look in his eyes softened, he felt bad for her.

"You are sorry?" Matilde turned around, the words left her mouth disgusted.

"Matilde-"

"I am so fucking done with all the apologies! Everyone is so sorry, but no one thinks ahead. It's always afterwards, never... It is like you all do not even try to prevent it. I took this job to make this team great again. I have protected the entire team from all the rumours about how disastrous and sad the spirit is within the team. But, oh my god, I knew it was bad before joining, but I had no idea it was this toxic."

"Why did you even take this job? If it is so toxic? Why don't you leave? There are enough people who want your job and who might do it even better," he shot back in anger.

Matilde placed her hands on her hips, and she looked at him. She had no idea why she took this job, at this point. The entire job felt like freestyling to her at this point. "Because I wanted to make this team great again."

"Why, Matilde? Why you? Why are you the person who will make this team great again?"

She swallowed hard, not knowing how to react. For the first time, she was lost for words. She had been trying to prove herself since day one, but perhaps she wasn't enough for this team.

"The people in front of you couldn't do it, so why can you do it?"

"How dare you to question why I took this job? I got here to make a difference, to whip this team back into shape. I took this job because nobody else had the guts or the vision to do it. If you don't see that, Charles, maybe you're part of the problem."

He bristled at her fiery response. "Don't you dare to blame me for the team's issues. Do you think you can waltz in here and solve everything? You are not a miracle worker, Matilde."

"I never said I was a miracle worker, I said I'd give my all for this team, and that's more than I can say for some."

Charles snorted and ran his hand through his hair. Neither of them was willing to back down, and the sparks flew as they continued their heated exchange. "Your all? You say the team isn't open to connect, but you are the one who haven't even tried to connect. You've been so busy playing the mediator between us and Red Bull, you've forgotten who you're supposed to be working with."

"I've been working harder than you can ever imagine. If you can't see that, then maybe you're just too wrapped up in your own ego to notice," she blurted.

Charles couldn't hide the fury in his eyes. "You've let your Red Bull connections cloud your judgement, it is tearing this team apart!"

Matilde tilted her head. "You're letting your pride destroy this team," she said when gazing at him.

He shook his head in disbelief. "You know Matilde, do you remember your first day at the office? You promised me, Carlos, the team, to make us the winner. You promised us the best car. You promised us wins. You promised us a championship. And see what is happening: it is a disaster."

"I have never promised you anything!" Matilde yelled.

"Yes, you have!"

"I have not, Charles," she hissed. "Because I never make promises. Promises are delusional, and they barely come true. Did you ever have a promise that came true? What did Mattia promise you? A winning car? A championship? Now see what happened!"

"No, no, don't start there."

"Well, did he promise you that? Did he give you a winning car? A championship?" She lowered her eyebrows. "I have never promised you anything, nor I will promise you anything because I have no idea if I can't make it true. I can try, I can do my best, but I will never promise."

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, charged with their heated exchange. It was silent for a couple of minutes. Charles' frustration and Matilde's anger collided. She stood in front of him, he had to look up at her.

It was Matilde who broke the silence. She sat down again, realising it wasn't the right position. The Red Bull part was still bothering her and she had to come back to it. "You think I'm letting my connections with Red Bull affect my judgement? It's your reckless driving and impulsiveness that are playing a huge part in the team."

He leaned in, their faces inches apart, his anger flaring. "It's your inability to be fair and your loyalty to Red Bull that's causing the problems. You keep going back to Red Bull during conversations and in real life."

"I will not apologise for the relationships I've built in this sport, relationships that have helped me throughout my career."

"Your relationships should have never come before Ferrari."

"Which they are not."

Charles laughed and shook his head. "If you live and breathe for Ferrari, why don't you bother to speak Italian? That is the main language in this team. You don't adjust to the team, but we are constantly adjusting to you! You are not doing anything for the team!"

It left Matilde perplexed. She leaned back, taking some space. "I am doing everything for the team," she stated. "More than I am capable of, but of course, it is not appreciated or seen."

"Even your reports contain so many mistakes," he added.

She leaned in again. "What mistakes?"

"The endless grammar mistakes," he replied. "You don't bother to learn Italian. What is the point of being a team principal then?"

"I have fucking dyslexia! I am trying so fucking hard to be perfect when it comes to grammar in English, but it is a struggle to me when I am under so fucking much pressure. When no one says anything to me, how am I supposed to know this?" She hissed, her eyes shooting from one eye to the other. "I am so fucking sorry that I am not able to speak Italian, but I am trying so fucking hard to learn it by taking weekly classes and daily exercises. Italian has been a learning curve for me, since it is nothing like Danish, English or German. My apologies for trying."

The intense back-and-forth continued, neither willing to give a centimetre in the battle of walls. The air crackled with animosity, both of them locked in a heated confrontation. As their argument reached a fever pitch, Matilde found herself drawn into a moment of unexpected vulnerability.

For just a fleeting moment, amidst the tension and heat, her gaze dropped to Charles' lips. The idea of kissing him, of silencing this argument in the most intimate way, flashed through her mind. It caught her entirely off guard. Her face straightened and she leaned back, looking away from him. She swallowed hard and blinked a couple of times, she was trying to find out how her mind came up with this.

She took a deep breath and licked her lips, still being shaken by her own thoughts. "We are not getting anywhere like this," she mentioned, her voice in a normal tone.

Charles leaned back, his anger still smouldering.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, the storm in their argument left as quickly as it had come. Both of them took a step back in their thoughts, needing a moment to process the emotions that had been unleashed. They both reconsidered the words they exchanged, the accusations, the frustration and... and for Matilde the unexpected desire. The professional and personal aspects of their relationship had become impossibly entangled.

"Uhm," Matilde hummed, breaking the silence. Charles' eyes shot up to her. "There is one thing you said that is bothering me," she admitted. She realised something. The reason why the people in her team didn't trust her, why fans didn't trust her, why her drivers didn't trust her. This was the reason why Charles fell out to Max and Christian, this had to be it. "Am I still too involved with Red Bull?" She pressed her lips into a thin line, hoping it wouldn't be true.

The lips of Charles parted, and he looked away. This was an honest question, and she deserved an honest answer. He thought she was too involved, but he couldn't speak for everyone else. "Well, I don't think..."

"You can share it, I can only learn from this. I... If I am still too involved, or if I give those vibes, it's unintentional," she said.

"Sometimes, it looks like it," Charles finally spoke.

"Okay," she whispered. Confrontation. "I will take that as feedback. Thank you for sharing. I didn't mean to." She rubbed her hands over her face. Shit. "I know it may not sound convincing, but I am always on your side, on Carlos' side, on Ferrari's side..." She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "When I moved to the UK for Red Bull, they were the only people I had there. They helped me with finding an apartment, I made my first friends there in the UK and when you work closely with them for a long time, they will become family." For a moment, it felt to Matilde like she had to talk it straight, but she wanted him to know the story. "In 2016, when Max entered the team, I started my position in the track team as well. Max and I basically both grew up there together, we are friends, we share the same hobbies. Same goes for Christian, GP, Hannah and more. It hurts to not be able to speak to them during race weekends, but I chose Ferrari and I give 110 percent for Ferrari. I know I can't be seen around them anymore and it's hard... I am constantly focussing on Ferrari and I assume you only see those fraction of moments when I talk to Red Bull. It's the same you have with Gasly, it's as simple as that."

Matilde's sincere confession, her vulnerability in explaining her relationship with Red Bull, resonated with Charles. It was a side of her he hadn't fully understood before. He realised that his assumptions about her loyalties might have been too hasty, and perhaps unfair. Charles nodded, his expression softening as he began to grasp the complexity of her situation. "Thank you for sharing your side," he said with a sense of understanding.

The tension had shifted in the room, not entirely dissipated, but redirected. They had opened up a line of communication that went beyond their disagreements, giving them a chance to understand each other better, and perhaps rebuild a more solid working relationship.

"And I am sorry for not protecting you last weekend," she admitted. "I should've picked your side, no matter what. I am sorry."

"It's okay," Charles softly said. "I am sorry, too. I shouldn't be a... an asshole."

Matilde nodded. "If something else is going on, bothering you, with my way of working, I want to know it. I'm here to give you everything, and I want you to be comfortable and satisfied with it," she said. "You don't have to say it now, or directly to my face, an email or message is also fine. But if I need to work on something, I want to know it to improve and be a better leader."

He nodded. "I have nothing to say now," he replied. "But I will keep it in mind. Thank you."

"Okay," she softly said. "I am sorry for my words, Charles."

"I am sorry, too." 

Next chapter

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[callmewrinkles3]

Deuxmoi Submissions, 2023

January

Spotted: Daniel Riccardo and his long-time girlfriend Emma on a romantic date at a restaurant in Perth. Weird thing was this time his manager was also there side by side in company of a blonde girl.

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February

Subject: Twins

Email: whatever@gmail.com

Message: saw Daniel Ricciardo and his manager on a double date. One of the women was definitely Ricciardo’s girlfriend (and I think I saw a ring????) the other looked like her sister?

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March

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo’s fiancée flower shopping with a group of women. Is the wedding happening?

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April

Spotted: saw like four F1 drivers (Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Lance Stroll, and Esteban Ocon) getting off planes at Perth airport. I work the private terminal and there was a load of extra jets in. Is the F1 Royal Wedding happening?

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May

Message: what Met gala attendee had a meltdown because her dress didn’t fit her chest an hour before her red carpet time? She didn’t get a lot of attention but she’s got a couple of high profile places to be this month with her husband, let’s see if it’s just her chest expanding.

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June

Subject: wait WHAT

Email: reservebells@gmail.com

Message: ok I could be wrong but I think I saw everyone’s favourite Australian who isn’t doing his usual job leaving a maternity hospital in [removed for their privacy] with his wife. Both looked delighted, he was the happiest he’s been in years

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July

Spotted: I work at a high end baby furniture shop and a high profile athlete and his wife came in. No clue how nobody knows she’s pregnant, it’s pretty obvious. Happy for them, they’re very in love and he couldn’t keep his hands off the bump

Update: yeah it was Daniel Ricciardo and his wife, also the tip they gave the furniture delivery bought us all takeout.

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August

Saw Daniel Ricciardo and his wife in the same restaurant as me in Faenza. They’re too cute and he wasn’t drinking wine because she can’t thanks to her pregnancy.

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Spotted: Em Ricciardo is a sweetheart! I was lost in Milan trying to find the train station with no phone signal, she speaks what sounded like fluent Italian and got the directions for me!

September

Subject: bundle of joy

Email: forthebees@gmail.com

Message: Got to see the former Red Bull teammates at Formula Nurnburgring, but the highlight for me was watching Sebastian Vettel giving Emma Ricciardo a giant hug and a gift bag. It’s really obvious that they get along well, she was there cheering him in his car. His wife was there too, saw her and Emma chatting.

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October

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo out for dinner with his wife, his manager, and what looked like his wife’s friend? It was his manager’s birthday and they sang happy birthday, but they did a toast later.

Spotted: Em Ricciardo looking so proud at her husband’s contract announcement. Red Bull got Dan a onesie for the new baby, it was adorable.

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November

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo running through LAX to catch a Qantas flight to Sydney. Someone mentioned his wife is due soon, is the baby coming?

Spotted: Em Ricciardo in Perth airport, looked like she was collecting Dan from Vegas. She’s still pregnant! #F1BabyWatch

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December

Subject: flowers

Email: fakeyfake@fake.com

Message: I work in a florist and we had 22 bouquets sent to one room in [redacted] hospital in Perth. Most of the calls came from UK and European numbers. Looks like F1’s latest baby has arrived!

[createserenity]

What's going on with these bikes or scooters with numberplates from the year the Antichrist was born? They move around during the series, but are placed very prominently in this scene where Crowley is creating the rainstorm to get Nina and Maggie to kiss. In fact they are parked in the Bentley's usual spot.

They both have L plates (can't tell if the one on the right is damaged or just hidden) and the number plates are SP08 BYS and DE58 ANR. For anyone not familiar with UK number plates this means they were made in 2008, which is also the year of the birth/baby swap. They're also parked strangely because I'm not sure why you would park them perpendicular to the pavement when there's only one space marked out (meaning no room for another car), so the numberplates are deliberately on show here.

Edit: These bikes have been deliberately moved to this spot specifically for this scene. Almost the entire rest of the series they are parked further up the street next to a seating area outside what I think is the Italian restaurant. You can see them on the screenshot below.

During the awning scene is the only time they are in this space and although they have disappeared entirely when Aziraphale arrives back from Edinburgh, in every other scene they are there. We're then shown them very close to the Bentley in the final scene, where they seem to have moved closer again.

Does anyone know if these are significant or are they just a nod to the first series? Have I missed these being mentioned somewhere?

[scarlet--wiccan]

Are you going to read the new scarlet witch (as spider man) book? I’m about a third of the way through and so far it seems like there was a respectful effort made towards representing her as Romani (albeit it raised by a white American adoptive family). Aunt May encourages her to connect with the local Romani community

There are some weird things, though. Without getting too much into spoiler territory, Wanda is like, fully Gen z but implied to have been born in a wagon (😭). She also has this sort of father figure in a romanichal man who owns an Italian restaurant who just happens to be named Django (no relation). There’s discussion about how there are different non-interchangeable “Romani groups” so him being identified as Romanichal and Italian seems a bit odd

I have very little actual interest in reading it, but I will do so when I have time. This is one of the very, very few pieces of official material where Wanda is actually being written by an author who professes to have Romani heritage, and McGuire stated when the book was announced that she would be taking care to handle Wanda's background appropriately. So the book is definitely on my list, but I honestly couldn't be less interested in the premise or have lower expectations for the prose.

This arbitrary mixing and matching of nationalities and vitsi is exactly the sort of thing I expect from McGuire-- as is the interjection of romanichal identity and experience onto characters who already have an established background. I don't mean to play oppression olympics here, but in the interest of inclusivity and intersection, I think it's worth noting that any of the groups Wanda or Django might belong to in 616 canon would likely experience a greater degree of racialization and xenophobia in most western Euro, UK, and American contexts. As Americans, or people in/from the UK and Ireland, we tend to be very western-centric. And even as minorities we're still capable of holding biases or narrow perspectives, especially when it comes to conditional privilege. Having Romani heritage doesn't exempt you from that, and I tend to hold people like McGuire or Howard to a very high standard because they like to invoke that identity, but they rarely back it up sensitivity or a commitment to true inclusion.

Take that with a grain of salt. I haven't read the book yet, so none of that was meant to condemn McGuire or her work. I just wanted to articulate some thoughts based on what you shared and give some insight on how I'm going to be critically approaching this text. :)

[veneziexeter]

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