There are times when I think “Damn, a girlfriend would be handy”. Not for the obvious benefits of getting her to check what that sound out the front was, or a someone to watch my beer while I go to the loo down the local pub but then duck out to check the score on the cricket. Those things go without saying. No this time it was someone to share a gondola ride with in Venice.
Gliding down the winding, beautiful canals of Venice with the wonderful yet completely plutonic friends I made on the bus lacked something. Romance I would say. Comments on the gondola included discussions on how much our very talented gondolier was going to try to rip us off, or what that strange smell was. I don’t recall a single nothing whispered in any ears, if nothings can be recalled in the first place. Maybe old mate Alan did whisper something, in which case I am not sure I really would want to recall the nothing that may or may not have been whispered. Oh: and they let my beer get drunk while I was checking the score on the cricket instead of going to the loo. Definitely NOT something a girlfriend would do, particularly during a gondola ride.
