Caligula would have blushed
You know, there's nothing better than a weekend trip to the eternal city to boost the spirits. And boosted they certainly were, by a gathering of old favourites to christen Ze Terrace and bask in the sunshine.
I arrived late on the Friday night into the arms of my charming host, here pictured the next day, cool as a cucumber in the midday sun.
I wandered the streets of the ghetto with three of my favourite homosexuals and lunched on delicious carciofi.
We dropped in on the most glamorous party in town, on the biggest terrace in town. It was almost like being in the Colosseum in the old days, as an 360 degree audience looked down on our sport from their balconies. And sport there was, umpired under the beady eye of one of our stylish hostesses.
As darkness fell, the ping-pong stopped and dancing began. People started to fall out of hammocks. The laughter grew louder. Ashtrays filled.
Swigga Jackson and I decided to experiment with some arty shots.
Then ended up as might have been predicted, suckling happily on the tits of the she-wolf.
At which point the boys decided it was time for us to head home. Via a trip to a chic little snack bar.
Ah yes, la Dolce Vita. I feel infinitely restored.
I arrived late on the Friday night into the arms of my charming host, here pictured the next day, cool as a cucumber in the midday sun.
I wandered the streets of the ghetto with three of my favourite homosexuals and lunched on delicious carciofi.
We dropped in on the most glamorous party in town, on the biggest terrace in town. It was almost like being in the Colosseum in the old days, as an 360 degree audience looked down on our sport from their balconies. And sport there was, umpired under the beady eye of one of our stylish hostesses.
As darkness fell, the ping-pong stopped and dancing began. People started to fall out of hammocks. The laughter grew louder. Ashtrays filled.
Swigga Jackson and I decided to experiment with some arty shots.
Then ended up as might have been predicted, suckling happily on the tits of the she-wolf.
At which point the boys decided it was time for us to head home. Via a trip to a chic little snack bar.
Ah yes, la Dolce Vita. I feel infinitely restored.
posted by Lady V at 5:22 pm
5 Comments:
Some suckle at the teat of the wolf, others go for kabob. We cannot escape our destinies.
F+J, that table would be perfect for ping-pong-themed drinking games.
I looked pained in the first shot. I was only fully of artichokes.
i love the shot of the homosexuals and their matching footwear.
also love the frock, lady v. love it.
aha! so THERE is the sucking tit shot! i was wonder who was the crafty bugger who clinched that one. trust lady v to be sober and yet still full of mischief.
the 3 graces are awfully handsome. even when choking on the chokes.
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