Someone is on the flight with a service dog - hasnât stop yapping
I question whether the dog is actually a service dog or itâs just too precious to put into kennels, given first impressions of the owners
Chances of it making it to Palermo alive is slim to non existent
The top of Etna is very windy and cold - I would strongly advise wearing extra layers
If its a Chihuahua strangle the little bastard whilst you are onboard.
Typical dinosaur thinking. 
Donât you realise that at the age of 11, the ownerâs grandfather brutally instructed him to âtake off that frock and makeup, you look fucking stupid.â He now suffers from PTSD as a result, and Hannibal Pixie-dust the Third is his only means of coping with the inevitable flashbacks.
Not all disabilities are visible.
AmaroneâŠ
Bardolino.
Sod Leffe, go visit Vinyards
I facking love Lake Garda. Terrific place. Verona worth a visit too.
No wonder Jim Kerr and Charlie Birchall of Simple Minds moved there. Sicily on my must visit list.
Thinking of seeing 2 Gentlemen tomorrow as the weather has taken a turn for the worstâŠ
Went there - bought Wine
It was nice
Now #1 ranked on Trip Advisor
Poof.
I hope theyâve all uploaded your spellchecker.
So fucked up a bit today - I having been trusting Chat GPT to plan most of our trips so far this year and to be fair it has done brilliantly
Not today
The silly cunt suggested a taxi to a hilltop village above Taormina and a non strenuous walk down an old mule path in to the town for lunch
Non strenuous my arse - I arrived in Taormina so sweaty you could have wrung a pint of liquid out of my ball sack
I challenged Chat GPT on this and it said yes you are right, it is pretty hard work, probably should have got a taxi back
Twat
If it gets it wrong it usually says, âYes youâre right but you have to understand, I am a work in progressâ i.e. âRather than telling you I donât know I make shit upâ.
Is this man still there, he looked a bit of a fixture when we were there?
I remember being in Rhodes on holiday with a girlfriend and walking around one of the local markets and there is a stall with all different sizes of marble and other type rock cocks on it.
so she starts looking at them and picks one up and starts to rub the end of it. Me and the stall holder look at each other and burst out laughing.
She then asks whatâs the matter with you two?
Well what are you rubbing was the reply which she then looked at what she was doing went bright red. put it down quickly and stormed off. me and the stall holder still in fits of laughter.
That place is the dogs bollocks. 
