Just found this photograph from Christmas Day evening at Giulio's. Had worse.
Giulio was looking pretty sharp too.Mamma mia. And this was the third, and final, party of the evening following a gut-busting family lunch which finished at around 5pm.
Some serious wagon action is called for, for January.
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just what the hell do you lot drink?
Thud: At Christmas there is normally a lot of Prosecco sloshing around and, of course, industrial quantities of Barbera.
The pseudo Hawaiian shirt and pleated skirt is an interseting fashion statement.
Does it for me everytime Vinogirl.
With the rapt attention of all the young ones around him, he looks like he's holding court!
Good grief; Combo Panto. Presumably you eased yourself into one of the fragrant Mrs Combo's outfits? Why no photo Ron? Not shy, surely?
Suddenly this whole thing is starting to make sense. Well at least after a cheeky bottle of El Colapso. HYN Ron.
Perverts. Imagine the furore if I went around pretending to be a man.
Your new pal in the wig is better than anything on view in the streets where I am today. And a drink is but a distant, happy, memory.
I had much Italian wine last night. Ended up doing air guitar to Dr.Feelgood's Route 66, pretending to be Wilko Johnson. Running backwards and forwards very quickly until I went backwards over a woodburner.
To get that Wilko stare you need to be drinking meths..at least.
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