Guess where I am!! I’m in Gloucestershire with the Italian mob – the Spinoni brothers. Boy, do they have a cushy deal set up. I’m telling you those lads have got it made. Their own fresh suppliers of pig poo and rabbit hunting and everything. Strangely enough they are soon leaving this fantastic place to go live in Wales….

We arrived at lunchtime, and they immediately dragged us down to the pub. We’d only had the first pint, when Enzo made us don these ears. He said they would attract Organic Charlie, who was always good for a few pints. Apparently he get a very generous allowance from his Mum. Anyway, the trick worked, and Organic Charlie kept buying us pints of ale. Now Eric took it easy, and he was very polite and cool. Rossi, being so young, he stuck with lager shandies, so he was okay to. But Enzo!!!! He was like a sponge, and before long he was singing and trying to get Charlie Boy to sing along. Enzo was hanging over Organic Charlies shoulder screeching, “Give me some more pork scratchings” to the landlord. He told Enzo to cool it a bit, but he wasn’t to be stopped at that point. Enzo then shouted to Charlie boy, “well, you may be the Prince of Wales, but soon I’ll be the King of Wales – I’ll rule every single sheep and leek and what have you”. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he then burped, still hanging over Organic Charlies shoulder, but with the ginormous burp followed a trail of sick. It was foul – tons of ales with bits of pork scratchings.

That was it then. We took Enzo outside and started walking back. Eric was fuming, calling him Lardarse and Good for nothing and so forth. Rossi was whimpering a bit – he was scared they’d get into trouble. So Wally said we should all just rest for a while in the shade under some nice trees and wait for things (read Enzo) to calm down. We did that and after a couple of hours a more subdued Enzo returned to the house with the rest of us. We told his Mum that the butcher had given us all a nice sausage, but Enzos sausage was off, which is why, he was looking a bit off colour. She bought it!!! Unbelivable as he was reeking of beer vomit and those stinky pork thingies..

It was really funny – and I can’t wait for tomorrow, when Eric has promised I can meet the pigs…

So another wonderful day awaits us tomorrow.

See ya!!

Mikkel