According to legend Rome was founded by Romulus when a bunch of birds almost shat on him and decided he should be the king of the new city. He had a bit of a blue with his brother Remus and ended up killing him, which was unfortunate as they were apparently nursed by a wolf after being sent down a river Willow style. They were shunted down the river by their mum, Rhea Silvia who got slipped a Roofie Collada by Mars in a forrest. That’s right: Mars, the god of War. In fact there was quite a bit of hardcore partying going on around Ancient Rome times. After a massive do the romans even managed to acquire a bucket load of women from the Sabine in what is unfortunately called the “The Rape of the Sabine Women” which is strange as no surprise sex went on at all. That’s the thing about Roman history: you don’t know where the truth ends and the legends begin. I like that. A lot. Sometimes it’s nice to have a bit of romance surrounding your history.
After all the interesting “legend” stuff of Rome is over though you kinda just end up with a big old city with a whole lot of history and no ice. I mean seriously: this place has no ice. They don’t understand the concept at all. Frozen water. It’s not that difficult. They sell fucking ESKIES but no ICE. How do people keep their fucking drinks cold if they don’t have ice? Not even the fish monger would sell me a bucket of ice. He claimed that if he sold me ice he’d have to sell everyone ice. To me that sounds like good business. Garr.