Another Top Totty Tuscan Triumph....

.. slash travesty, depending on your point of view. Fresh from my latest travels to The Continent, I thought it only fair to share with you some of my finer moments. The full and unexpurgated literary text can be found chez top journalist Testaccio, so I have decided to break with tradition and offer a pictorial representation for your viewing pleasure.



There was my ever-trusty and dare I say it, snazzy travelling companion, La Moss



There was the old tradition of grinding-one's-foot-into-the-bull's-bollocks-to-bring-good-luck in Milan (observed by bemused-looking tourists, natch)












There was new guerilla-garden-wear for the Israeli to sport whilst tending her Occupied Territories















The Thai rent boy put in another appearence, this time with gloves (mmm...)










So we put him to work with a handy North American, chopping wood (nice chainsaw boys)






















Luckily, however, just as it we were about to descend into moral oblivion, our favourite rebel nun emerged from behind her convent walls to dispense some firm but fair instruction and save our sorry souls.

Nice work, kids. Bring on the summer.