This was some meal we had at special restaurant that had some roman wall in the basement. More interestingly (which isn't hard) Mrs Shotton's husband slipped and fell flat on his face here and Mr Morris fell ill so he took a taxi back to the hotel. This left SUPER MARIO (or Mr Taylor as he is know by day) to guide us back through the streets of Rome where we were jeered at by homeless people (though it really should have been us jeering at them as they have no home, but it’s an upside-down world).

Wasn't that an exciting tale

We were very quick to find the local Irish pub in Rome, complete with lost Irish people. Pictured are Matt, Jim Bob and a crustacean that belongs in a sandwich.

What thrilling tales can I think up about this place. Well one evening Lauren flashed he cleavage at the bartender and got free drinks. Not bad going, until the manager who was female and not a lesbian (although she looked it) found out.

I'm surprised I can remember all this

Oh and yes I think Heather mixed her drinks and became over aquatinted with the pub's toilet

This is our entire group on the Spanish steps. For some reason a prawn appears to be eating the back of my head, funny I don't remember that. The Technicolor hat next to me probably distracted me.

Whatever Jim Bob is doing to Matt it looks as if he is enjoying it.

And finally Matt sleeping at the airport before we headed for home

Some security guard got all huffy when I took this picture, or it may have been the fact I stole Matt's wallet, either way he was an ass.