Torino!

I know no one actually reads this, but it's nice for me to just rant and rave. also, when I wake up and can't remember what I did the day before, I can check back, presuming I haven't forgotten my password. So, in internet NOT cafe. ie, internet but no coffee which is odd. there is a mad, and large italian girl to teh right who seems to be very vocal and amused by almost everything. It's like being on a bus sitting next to a crazy person without the motion sickness or the smell of wee. Which I guess is a good thing. Torino is cold, the room is noisy and the plumbing has an air lock in it some where in the building which means anytime a tap is turned on in teh building it sounds like an elephant trumpeting the great strengths of living somewhere else. But that sounds ungrateful. My wireless network also doesn't work and my italian is solely dependant on their english skills. Last night buying a bottle of wine was fun, as the the elderly woman was quite obviously unimpressed with those bloody foreigners who turn up, want to buy wine and can't speak a word of teh language. Got a bottle, spilled it on the duvet.... arf arf
I liked the way it pooled on the floor and looked like something had been slautered in a wet room. Any way, dull dull dull. food then beer. no wonder no one reads this guff.
ciao!