Gwarned to Rome: Day One
It all began as a drunken conversation in a Tyldesley takeaway on a cold Summer’s night, as me and Joe stumbled around, eagerly awaiting our, quite ironically, pizzas. “Lets go to Rome” I suggest in some what of a haze. Less than a week later and everything was booked. Me, Joe and another lad named Doyle were… Read More Gwarned to Rome: Day One