Grab your anorax, your pack of mags and your wellies and head for the beach here in

Soleno campus. Heavy, persistent rain is in the forecast all day for the visit of the

Giro d'Italia. So go prepared or stay home. But if you're heading into town to see the

race, watch out for disruptions to the rush out traffic across all approaches to the

waterfront, with multiple road closures, around the via General Ali Park and the Lungamare

Crystal Portal Colombo. The race is due in about 5 o'clock this afternoon, and so to get

you in the mood, here's Pendula with Propane Nightmares.

Well, quite late last night, I was podding with David, and he asked me the very simple question,

where are you? And I couldn't answer him, because even though I knew that I was sitting

at a smoked glass table with rather overcomplicated, so wrought iron legs on a plastic moulded seat

that was incredibly uncomfortable with my back to a window I can't open properly, I didn't

know where this furniture was actually located in the sense that I couldn't put it on a

map of Italy. I knew roughly that we were close to Naples and we were on the coast and

in a big city, but I'd forgotten the name of the city, so I knew it began with an S and

David, trying to help me out and just being a gentleman that he is, prompted me and

said, oh, are you in my favourite place in Italy? And I thought, that sounds a little bit

unlikely, I'm from what I know of David and what I've gathered of the kind of surroundings

or region, immediately outside my hotel, which is not particularly salubrious, I went,

I don't know, and he said, yeah, you're in Sorrento. Oh, and then he mumbled something about

Bella Pock Beauty, and to be fair, I arrived here fairly late last night, so I couldn't

really vouch for the Bella Pock Beauty, and I just went along with it and went, yeah,

yes, Sorrento, yeah, yeah. It's not true, is it? I'm in Saleno, and I've just been for

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