Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Now that's what I call a real breakfast. Duchy sausages (grateful thanks to the marauding Celtic visitors), eggs from Riccardo and Peddy from The Intrepid One. I was celebrating Genoa's fantastic 3-1 win over Roma yesterday evening. Just the job. Yum yum, pig's bum.