tales of tuscan terror and excess..

after the devastating news that lady v was going to be responsible for possibly the only time in her life, and diss us in favor of something as trivial as editing a booker-prize winning novel, both alberto and i went into a mild sulk and decided that we were going to eschew all three activities that usually accompany the unholy triumverate in a tuscan setting (i.e. sex, drugs and rock'n'roll) (ok fine i lie about the sex bit).
...and instead have a very civilized and small gathering of a few, close friends, sip port, perhaps indulge in a spot of baddington with some light 80s pop as a backdrop. there were going to be lots of very important discussions over lots of very important matters, we agreed.
sadly, he meant world peace. i meant britney spear's comeback.
alas, like all best intentions, it all went tits up....

so here is a little photo montage of maremma 2007..
(photos were stolen from jon's photo album, which he carelessly tossed my way for the purposes of plagiarism...)





no one bothered telling tot A that brokeback was soooooooo 2005..regardless he still kept trying to make "fetch" happen..




i think they were talking penis size...but i couldn't possibly comment. ask spence.



what was his name? who even remembers. after a quick dip in the sea on tits-out friday pam and i decided to hop on a red sail boat. i'd like to say in my defense that pam was the initiator in all this. she saw wine. she smelt sliffs and she thought to herself "i want me some of that." we gracefully splutter our way over. an hour or so later, pissed and high, we gracefully crawl our way back to shore. i had lavishly extended an invitation to the three strapping sailors to come to our "small gathering." that they did...



all in all i would say another tuscan triumph. lots i left out, naturally. but i am a great believer in restraint. you have to leave something for the imagination, no?

all in all good, clean, honest fun. or as brown put it:
"well at least you are well on your way back to becoming a virgin, revirgination for flavia..."

(err..cheers)