The Lion, the Itch and the Volkswagen

I got bitten on the arm the night of that last entry resulting in a nipple on my arm, complete with auriole and very itchy teat. Even now the teat is pretty excited.

Anyhow a comment on Italian women; the sun is too cruel to them. Sure as twentysomethings they radiant a sunshine all of their own, Mamma Mia, so they do, but it is at a price. As they pass thirty the skin begins to dry and though the bodies may still amaze, those faces start to get a little scary sometimes. I think that's why you get the 'Fat Mammas'; the fat pads out those wrinkles, keeping youth going that much longer. Do I seem a little misogynistic? I've been misanthropic so many years it is only a mild specialisation. But still I do not mean to be cruel, just a little observational.

(This German keyboard is driving me mad).

Anyhow I decided to spend a day in Venice followed by a night train to Vienna (Verona, Venice, Vienna; Victory!). I will not have a bad word said against Venice. Despite all the tourists it is an amazing city. I felt it right and proper given that the Film Festival was on that I be there, though I had no clue where in Venice it was and never saw any indication of it.

The train was packed naturally enough and when I got off I went for some food (a trend developing hey?). I met three Cork girls just there from Slovenia.

Gotta go train due.