So no sooner than I find myself in Switzerland, I blink, and I'm in Italy.
It feels like I'm on the final stretch of my journey as I make my way along the Aosta valley (where we recently skied - flying is so much easier).
In reality though, I still have 800km to go to get to Rome, which at the current rate of progress will take me about 8 weeks. Although after attacking the treadmill on Tuesday, I may need to reassess that.. Still very sore two days after the event.
Tonight sees a visit (in the real world) to see Pop Will Eat Itself in their latest incarnation. Expectations have been set relatively low by the latest album, but we'll go with open minds, and partially closed aural canals.
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