It's very nice to go trav'lin'…

…From Liv'pool to Florence via Rome,
It's oh, so nice to go trav'lin'
But it's so much nicer, yes, it's so much nicer to come home.

The tea's a lot better for a start. Well, better in the sense that tea actually exists in Blighty. They don't seem to have heard of it over there. And the cups of coffee are really tiny. God alone knows how they managed to knock an empire together.

Anyway, Jen and I are back from Italy, and the stuff we've been up to, you won't believe me: swearing at dead popes; encountering famous thesps; narrowly escaping assassination by nuns; gorping gawping at Galileo's finger; playing the Sistine Chapel game; coming to the inevitable conclusion that our Saviour was ginger. So much stuff. I am now officially a Renaissance man.

I'll fill you in on some of the details over the next few days, but I promise not to make you wade through through any of the 600+ 900+ photos I took.

Well, maybe just one or two.

But first, time for another cup of tea. I have some serious catching up to do.

Oh, and thanks for all the kind words while I was off, by the way. Serves me right, I suppose.

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.


  1. "Apparently he was in Italy."

    "Italy? Pssh. Here's better."

    "I'd like to go to Italy."

    "But you'd like to stay here more?"

    "... Yeah, s'pose you're right."

    - Jay, laying back down to get a bit more sun before the next swim.

  2. We went to Australia once. Won't make that mistake again: factor 4-million suncream before hitting Bondi for an hour or so - spent the rest of the holiday walking about like a couple of freshly cooked lobsters. "Hey, Bruce, spot the Pommy bastards", etc.

  3. There is a tradition that Judas was the red-head (or, "Judas IsCarrot" as they said on I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue). See wikipedia and search the page for "ginge" and if that doesn't work (it doesn't) try "red hair". Told you so.

    Oh and you meant gawping not gorping. Picky picky picky, I know, but before you started cavorting with Italians this is the sort of thing you used to get right. You're not on the continent now, you know. Finger out, Mister Carter!

  4. woody allen, for one...but in the meantime can we get on with the story behind your conviction that Cheeses Kreist was indeed an ancestor of Mick Hucknall?

  5. Eventually, I promise you. But I fear this thing can't possibly live up tothe build-up you chaps are giving it. It was just a simple observation, that's all: based on what I have seen WITH MINE OWN EYES, Jesus was a ginner. End of story.

  6. Three years ago we spent a weeknear Sorrento. The man who owned the local bar was named Orlando, a mafia don. I asked him what the crime rate was in the village: he replied 'we don't have any crime in the village, we do not allow it'...ooh scary!

    When you go into a bank, there is adrawer for your gun & you pick it up on the way out.

    I liked Italy

    I felt very safe in Italy (& Orlando did make some extremely powerful cocktails!)

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