I'm off on me jollies again. I say 'again' because I've been away once before, about a year ago, so technically, I qualify. Hardly an intrepid explorer but those of you that know me will be aware that I came to all those airports and foreign countries a bit late in life. I intend to make up for it.
Anyway, in a neat coincidence, this coming weekend I'm roaming off to...wait for it...Rome! (pause for laughter).
Finished chuckling there? Good.
I'm looking forward to it I must say. I have alot of half-baked notions about the Eternal city that I expect to either be reinforced, or else blown out of the water. These include:
- Roads built about three thousand years ago...still in use today!
- Sewers built about three thousand years ago...still processing poo today!
- Good looking, well dressed and very sexy ladies.
- Good looking, well dressed but vainglorious, posing, preening, suave, sophisticated, virile and oily men who I wouldn't be jealous of at all now, but rather object to on a more principled level you understand
- Smiling, young fellas nipping about in their shirt-sleeves on scooters with flimsily clad girlfriends on the back and their crepe paper dresses definitely too far up their thighs to be wholesome for a Catholic country
- Good pizza
- The Colosseum being a bit dingy and shit
- Pasta in every course, including dessert
- Moustachioed pickpockets and ne'er-do-wells at every turn
- Pope Benedict resembling, up close, your skin after you've been in the bath too long
- Nuns and holy joes everywhere
- Witnessing at least three stand-up rows between couples on the street in what would be classic examples of the 'tempestuous Italian temperament'
- Seeing above three couples quickly follow the blazing row with a passionate embrace in a classic example of the Italian tendency to tear someone's eyes out one minute and then maka da love like a stallion the next.
- A mafia Don getting shot on the street
- Frescos actually being fine examples of Renaissance art and not an Italian supermarket chain
I shall let you know how I get on. If I come across anything interesting while out and about with my supercool-I-can-send-photos-to-my-blog-from-anywhere-in the-world-mobile phone-feature (TM), I shall be sure to publish it, instantly. From anywhere in the world. Which in this case, will be
If I'm at work next week in a toga you'll know what happened.
PS: The only reason this blog has the title it does is because I found this cool song on the net that's off the Saab ad on TV, and it's deadly. I just got to the end of this without remembering what I set out to do at the start: www.saab.com/main/GLOBAL/en/download_release_me.shtml
