So I would like just very briefly to point you firstly in the direction of a rather enjoyable site rejoicing in the name of The Onion Bag, which offers a splendid mix of comment and information in a humourous and irreverent fashion, and to whose blog roll your spangly correspondent has recently been added. Please do go and read their site, it is funny.
Even more excitingly, at the kind and flattering invitation of Tom Dunmore, I will now be writing for Pitch Invasion once a week or so, with what my inner marketeer urges me to call EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. Or something. Er. I will be writing things over there which I will not be writing here. But they will be kind of related. Obviously. So. Y'know. Go and read nice Mr. Dunmore's site too, please. It is full of lots of good things. And also me.
This evening I went to an opening night of an exhibition in the Palazzo Venezia. The artist, at whose house I once dined, is a friend of a friend, and greeted me with a flattering degree of enthusiasm (he remembered my name). The party had cocktails and nibbles and Fausto Bertinotti, rather excitingly. And, I think, another politician I recognised but couldn't identify obn the spur of the moment. I managed to throw canapés on the floor and generally fare figura di merda as usual. I have terrible hiccups now.