Time Management Andy

Apologies to Wilson for not updating the blog for a while. Our second day in Rome started off with waiting for the arrival of both Jack and Phil, it was an extremely tense time but the wait was most certainly worth it as we met up in Termini station. The day ensued with a swift visit to the Colosseum, the day was hot and Jack was already flusttered by the change in climate after an hour. Once we had set foot where the Gladiators themselves had tred we set off for Palatine Hill where Rome was founded by Romulus and thoroughly enjoyed both educational and scouse tour of the most important points in history of Rome. The afternoon consisted of a swift siesta followed by a belter meal in a nice little restaurant where we had a joker for a waiter whom punked Victor. This involved the waiter serving a capuccino to Chris saying it was very hot and then by placing the teaspoon through the handle of the very small cup he tipped it right over Victor to mimmick a spillage and resulted in Victor barming it everywhere. Later on, we hit a few bars to experience the expensive beers and then went off to Trevi Fountain where we discovered Jimmy facegrabbing his bird Selena (To quash rumours from the previous post Jimmy is here, he arrived early at the hostel not actually home). Soon after Jimmy fleeing the scene of such a crime we broke out in a chorus of Gaaary in response to another Italian song and interrupted a wedding ceremony in the process. The last day in Rome was certainly one to remember as we marched on towards the Vatican where we were given a tour by a cockney wide boy and culminated with Chris, Gary and Phil having their excrimantes being blessed. That night ensued with a pub crawl that even Michael Blackmore would be proud of, we introduced ourselves to a couple of Canadians, Yanks, Russians and many other; with Jack and Chris stepping up the backpackers relationship with a Yank and Russian respectively. The open air bar along the River Tiber was one to remember along with the Nag's Head bar where we popped and locked into the early ours. Whilst most of us called an end to the celebrations of Rome at 3amish Chris, Victor and Phil carried the night with a quick dip in a fountain whilst Chris carried on his exploration of inter-continetal relationships. Within all this madness, Jack managed to nearly break his big toe by kicking a cobble stone on the street and landing flat out on his arse, reminiscent of Blackmore's Klinsman celebration.
The next day was struggle for us all as we attempted to set off for Prague, I had to get up early at 7:30am simply to get a ticket for the last train of Zurich to Prague due to my assumption of not having to show my rail pass the previous day to purchase the ticket. Fortunately I managed not only to get a place on the train, but I got a bed for just 20 euros.
To explain the title of the blog Time Management Andy the reader must understand the train from Milan to Zurich was packed full of meffs, including ourselves. Notable mentions include the magnificent ButterKeks named, after the famous biscuits which he consumed whilst watching Kill Bill Vol 1 and now for the man himself Time Management Andy who in layman's terms was a drooling Japanese manbaby unable to sleep with his head upright, don't fear many photos and videos of said heroes will soon be on Facebook when we return from the adventure.
Whilst I enjoyed a 13 hour kip, the following happend as according to Chris Loftus:
Chris, Phil and Jack manged to get hammered with the cheap ale and exchanged banter with the Spaniards, whom even knew the story of Raol Moat. In addition, a gay barman tried to blag Chris Loftus's digits and despite being able to recite in Spanish `Can I have to blowjobs please' and `Get in the boot' the Spaniards did not fold and we said our goodbyes at Praha. The view from the train rides through Switzerland rivalled the ones previous past the Alps and the prices in Zurich nearly placed a serious dent in the funds, but now we are situated in Praha where we are set to go eat out and explore yet another city.
Another note to make is Danbar in our Rome Hostel whom was most certainly a wool and other names that are too rude to mention on the blog and now everyone we see or meet is classed as a either a Danbar, Gary, Barold, Gillian or Laroth.