So having completed my conference commitments yesterday at 17.00 I have returned to the sweltering delights of Rome with perhaps undignified haste. Not least this is because today was the last day I could renew my season ticket for the Curva Sud. And wherever I am, whatever I'm doing next year I have no intention of giving that up. So I got home at about 1 and went straight out for pizza al taglio and a new credit card format piece of card to fret about losing for the next 10 months or so. Prices were frozen this year so just the €235 it cost last year. Happy Fucking Days, as my Belfast mate always says.
I have been terribly neglectful of late and have been meaning to tell you about all sorts of exciting things, unfortunately I have been awfully busy (whisper it) working. I can only apologise wholeheartedly for this unprecedented oversight and assure you that I'll do my best not to let it happen again. I have spent the last month producing a conference paper on Caporetto (as first mooted back in January for this conference in Northampton). Anyway I gave my paper on Monday, accompanied by what if I may say so myself was a fairly whizzy powerpoint presentation, and I think it went alright. I talk too fast, and had written too much, and get too nervous and thus lack a bit of fluency, but no-one seemed to think I was stupid or pointless so, you know, I think it was overall a success. They liked the photos and they laughed in the right places and they asked some moderately interesting questions, which are all good signs. And the conference proceedings are likely to be published (eventually!) which is also good news.
Anyway now I'm all done and free to return to much more important things, like blogging. I have to say, I've rather missed it. I have been repeatedly brooding on things I'd like to blog about - like Thaksin Shinawatra, the apparent arrival of a new Cold War, my college ball (probably my last ever as a member of the college). I arrived back here to discover that we've bought Giuly! this is exciting news. I was going to mention Chelsea Boy, who has managed to elevate himself from the status of part-time bit of fluff into something rather more serious, and who then threatened the entire promotion by making me sleep on blue Chelsea bedding. Ugh. Misery is having to nestle under a giant picture of John Terry. *scrubs self clean with bleach and scouring pads* I had my revenge, mind, courtesy of my little brother's Arsenal blanket.
Anyway. In other news I got to meet the charming TrentToffee at our family party last saturday; I got to buy a new suit for the conference in the sales; I got to supervise the new patio; and I met some interesting people over a variety of dinners. On which topic, the pasta water is boiling, I must begone. For now.