On a recent ‘patient visit’ to Italy (where this good Doctor shall be relocating his drinking ‘practice’ as of late November) I stumbled into Sicily: yes, mafia land and home to scary dudes with lots of chest hair & gold jewelry. But its also home to some cracking vino and an absolute little gem called Marsala (which comes from, funnily enough, Marsala!).
Ok so I love big Italian wine and the one and only time I ventured to Verona I stayed with an old friend who’s brother was a male model called Leonardo.
I think he was a hand model (think George Costanza) as he wasn’t exactly Fabio material in the face (nor body). Either that or I got ‘model’ and ‘porno star’ mixed up. I also remember getting absolutley pissed as a mule in Borghetto just outside of Verona on the local plonk: lest, it was love at first sip.