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Don’t bother to learn Italian. Most resorts resemble the ‘Baden-Baden Wurst and Schnitzel Fanciers Club’, and German is the language of the tourists as they pull up in their Mercedes All bread is stale. An Italian will tell you that there are many local breads, but don’t get your hopes up. This basically means that […]

I was in a state of bliss in the back of the taxi for several reasons. There was joy when I realised a litre of drinkable wine could be had at a respectable restaurant in Peschiera for a few quid. There was the joy from the drinking of the wine. I was so intently trying

After a month away, what better reintroduction to England than Luton airport with a hangover. Actually, I could think of many better introductions. Having fish and chips fired at you with a leaf blower at a refugee camp in Dover would be an improvement, as would being immersed in a seven foot deep pukka pie.