I'm baaaaaaaaaack! No, I haven't abandoned my diary (again), no, I'm not dead yet (don't you dare groan), and yes I will comment back. At some point. Anywho, Venice, I bet you all really want to know about that don't you, and if you don't then FUCK OFF 'cause I'm gonna tell you anyway! Mwahaha! Right well, first off was the amazing coach/tour bus, which had the best, and definately the most appreciated air-conditioning the world has ever seen, ever. It even had satelite navigation, and luggage doors that slid open all futuristic style, and curtains that you can't actually see right through and shit! It was fucking mint! Right. I'm over the coach now. Venice itsself was absolutely spectacular, as was this church that we played in: And we went in a gondola and saw shit like this: And we went in St Marks square which looks like this: And paid 107 euros (£71 or $132 according to the currency converter) for three 6-inch pizzas and 10 cokes there. Darn it. Also, Sarah pushed me off a pedalo on the beach, I got to see some unbreakable glass in Morano, and had a shower whilst being sat on the toilet. Fun shit.