Thursday, 28 February 2008

It's my birthday, and I'll go to Rome if I want to

I turned 29 today. I'd like to say I've hung on to youthful good looks, but I'm not sure I ever had them: I stopped getting ID'd when I was 15.

Tomorrow morning, me and five of the lads are flying to Rome to go on the smash with our pals there. After two nights boozing it up in the Italian capital, two of us will be travelling northwards, through Umbria, Tuscany, Emilia-Romagna and Lombardy. We'll reach Milan in a week's time, where we'll be hitting Birrifico Lambrate. While I'm away, expect the odd blog post to pop up. There are a few on the backburner. Be good.

Yes, I suppose it should be Norwich. After all, that's what you voted for. Well, rest assured we haven't forgotten that sacred pledge. We'll make good our promise soon (just not yet).

Posted by Stonch at Thursday, February 28, 2008

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6 comments:

Edwin Knockers said...

I'm particularly looking forward to hearing about Doc Gibbles cock and balls.

February 28, 2008 5:39 PM
surfadelic23 said...

"Yes, I suppose it should be Norwich. After all, that's what you voted for. Well, rest assured we haven't forgotten that sacred pledge."

Ah, I live in FLA... I'm used to my vote not counting! ;-)
Have a nice and safe trip!

February 28, 2008 6:36 PM
Zak said...

Happy B-day, stonch. Still only 29? You young scamp!

February 29, 2008 12:00 AM
Leigh said...

happy birthday fella.

February 29, 2008 9:07 AM
Troy Burtch said...

Happy Birthday man! I'm four years behind ya.

February 29, 2008 1:14 PM
Stephen said...

Rome: Are you Norwich in disguise?

March 03, 2008 3:01 PM

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