Went to a small house on the outskirts of Rome today for a coffee with Luigi. He's a guy I met in the ball bearing factory tour this morning and I got to falling in to conversation with him because his English is good. His mother and Father are dead like mine but both of us have not lived up to the boys own possibilities this commonly throws up in Fiction. With the dreaded boring parents out of the way the story of the young hero's life can take full flight and the Author's fancy can be tickled at every turn of the page. Luigi and I have taken the plainer more civil route in our life stories so far, something we vowed to change forthwith. So sipping my coffee an eating nice little chocolate biscuits in his farm like little shack we hatched a plan to make life, or maybe the next 24 hours a little more interesting. This then involve getting into his little Fiat and driving around honking a lot, normal behaviour for Italians. We then went to his friends house, Carmel, but she was out. So we went back aand watched some TV. We then vowed again and went to a club. The music was Euro beat and Garage retro with some very old school and House clubz numbers interspersed with some heavy dub and grunge - nice ! I did dance to the elastic fantastic for a quarter of an hour and Luigi disappeared. I staggered back to the Aberdeen at 10.15 and conked out.
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