MORE ITALIAN GOODNESS!

On boxing day, we went to the gigi bar for breakfast which we do every morning so i guess my life is not that exciting. Then in true Parkinson style, we opened our second lot of presents a day late cus we are cool. I got a tonne of stuffs, perfume etc. which was fun

THE NEXT DAY WE WENT TO ROME. Quelle disastre! OMG. I fucking hate Rome. The day started out alright, we didnt miss the train which was a MIRACLE! But we sat next to a load of massicating italian gyppo pikies who are not very quiet nor considerate. We then got off the train and had some cioccolato calde and cornettos which were divii-yi-yi-ine. After this, Alf and I got ditched by madre mia and Babs cus they went on a pilgrimage to some stuuupid posh hat place. We got left in the godforsaken tourist trap hellhole they call piazza navona. After munching on mediocre cold slimy pizza well past it's sell by date and unnaturally green olives, Alf and I took a walk round this horrid place. Not having walked two steps, we were stopped by a particularly evil looking gypsy - he definitely looked the cursing type - and his equall terrifying brother who proceeded to make conversation with us. See, no one has said anything remotely nice in a while to me so after all this "oh you are very beautiful" my ego was much inflated. As they spoke they were making little string bracelets on our arms. THEN THOSE GYPSY SCUM ASK FOR TEN EUROS FOR EACH BRACELET! I told them, in my very best italian, that they were scum and I was going to collect their tears to curse them. Then they muttered some angry words (probably cursing my nice bracelet :( i probably need to get rid of it) and disappeared into the crowd. I HATE GYPSIES. After this we went to a little restaurant near St. Pauls for lunch - actually more like tea since it was 3:00! Who would have thought it took that long to find a freaking hat?! Jesus! We ate some rather disgusting watery pasta and drank some vinegary wine and went on our way to Giollitti's, our favourite ice cream place. ALAS, how I hate Rome. Giollitti's was filled with Croc toting australians (which sort of made me miss Dilemma. The TT could have torn up Rome) and their snivelly brats. One kid dropped some tacky souvenir on the floor, I picked it up for him - note, he was around 11 - and he did not say a word, just continued on his discussion with his mother! RUDE RUDE RUDE.
I didn't even end up getting an ice cream from Giollitti's as it was so crowded. We went to another place called "Nice Ice" - FAR inferior, I got Fior Di Latte, Fragola and Melone which was surprisingly nice. ANYWAY GTG, GRANDMAMAMA IS YELLING AT ME TO TELL AL THE FISHCAKES ARE READY.
CIAOOOO TUTTA BELLA!