Arrivederci Prato...

Oh how I weep over the corpse of dear industrial wasteland prato... Blubber, blubber...
Indeed the day of my fleeing approacheth, and about bloody time too!
After 7 hours of sweating my way through the Rome metro, three hairy offices, endless sun-shines-out-of-your-corporate-bottom grins of approval and worship and 10 litres of eagerly proffered coca-cola, Cobra Group, Appco Direct, McDonalds/Microsoft/Big Corpogloba-world-wide/money-grubbing industry hobnobbins GAVE ME A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm getting out of this flea-ridden cesspit strewn with the corpses of nameless immigrant spawn chained to walls in filthy hovels stirring vats full of beetle-blood dyed cheap fabrics with which to cloth the backs of penniless Ukrainians the world over.

Poor pratato. Little does anyone know that it is also the hallowed resting-place of the Virgin's most-chaste chastity girdle and more of the ubiquitous Tuscan renaissance graffitti.

Rome, Culture, Money, a decent flat, my most delicious Frisco and the joys of hash and bongo drum Centri Sociali, here I come!!!!

stay tunes for more...