Venice Trip

Being the premature-cynic and the chronic complainer, I'm armed with a list of the city's flaws to chew over.

• A teensy-weensy litter problem - Piazza San Marco looked like a land fill site.
• A remorgage-your-house price tag on most things. We didn't go to the high-class oity-toity restaurants but still we had to dish the notes out to fill our stomachs. The Gondoleer's charged like a premium rate hooker.
• There are more illegal street vendors than you can shake a stick at. Wherever your head turns you're burderned with the playdough selling asians and the 'bling bling' handbag schmucks pimping off goods more fake than a glamour model's gravity-defying whoopers .

And for your topical musical viewing I bless you with this italian crooner rocking out with a Clark Gable moustache and overly mobile eyebrows. If the music doesn't do it for you, the so-emotional-it-hurts singer will.


Guarda Che Luna - Fred Buscaglione