DON'T TRY TO STOP IT, DON'T TRY TO STOP IT!
Yes our Roman holiday was great thanks. We ate ice cream, saw the Colosseum, ate more ice cream, threw coins in the Trevi fountain, etc, etc. We love Italy and over the course of three holidays have gradually worked our way south from the lakes of the north, through Tuscany to the Rome area. We'll finish the rest sometime before death I imagine.
This is all despite the fact that the Italians are the rudest people on earth. Even in Rome, where you can easily feel like an extra in Nuns On The Run, their manners are spectacularly shitty.
As we queued politely to pay our excess baggage toll at the Ryanair desk at Ciampino this morning a priest took it upon himself to jump right to the front of the line and start blabbering about some great injustice. After I'd pointed out that erm, there's a queue pal, he took it upon himself to declare that he was here before me, to the shock and awe of the four patient limey queuers in front of me. I suggested in no uncertain terms that he was rather late for confession and perhaps he should try fucking off to it now, and taking a long deep look into his mortal soul whilst he was at it.
Oh leave me alone. It's just a job.