When in Rome

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Listening to: Linedancers On Acid - I'm Back Baby

Back from Roma Blog-Children. Lots of sun, culture, history, statues, ruins and art along with some quite heroic eating and gladiatorial drinking on my part.
East Midlands airport is not for the faint-hearted though it must be said, especially on the return journey when my chosen apparel of shorts and sonic-sandals clashed severely with the high winds and driving drizzle.
Anyhoo, here's a few pics from over the weekend.


Do It Classy

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Listening to: Grinderman - Go Tell The Women

Alas dear reader, despite Tony Blair announcing his resignation date (47 days and counting) much more important matters are occurring closer to (my) home.
At midnight tonight, a 4-horsedrawn carriage will pull up outside Chéz Sonique, and by thus means shall I be spirited away under cover of darkness, Caravaggio-like, to a nearby harbour, to a waiting sea-vessel, thence across the water to the ancient throbbing heart of Empire & Culture, Rome.
Yes pop-kids, I'm hauling my sweet little sonic ass over to the high-heeled boot of mainland Europe for the weekend. There I shall eat, drink and be excruciatingly elegant.
Expect photos. Expect Glammer.
Expect less than flattering pix of me on the hotel balcony in my underpants clutching a jug of vino rosso, posted for all to see on Perez Hilton's scurrilous website. Above all though, expect me to Do It Classy. Ciao for now.


Polling Day in the UK

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Listening to: Armando - Land of Confusion

Today is Polling Day in Cruel Britannia.
For overseas readers, this is when concerned citizens all over this sceptered isle retreat to a crudely-fashioned makeshift bunker and, clutching a 2-inch pencil (provided), huddle 'twixt chipboard partitions and furtively scrawl an X next to the political party of their choice. Or not, depending on how bothered said citizens are at the time.
Well, it's now a quarter to midnight, and the votes still aren't counted. As I have to be up at 6am in the morning, I shall retire to bed not knowing if I am to arise to a Brave New World or not.
One thing seems certain though: Nu-Labour are in for some kind of a hammering.
Tomorrow will reveal all.


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