MISSING SEATS
Should you fancy venturing down to Calabria, remember to take a toilet seat. After Naples, toilet seats become extras rather than normal additions to the loo. There were none in the flat we stayed in or in the posh restaurant where the wedding reception took place. In fact, I am starting to wonder if people nick each others seats, sneak out of bathrooms clutching it or hiding it under their t-shirts. Maybe it is a fashion statement not to have seats? And maybe the lack of seats is positively correlated with the Italian obsession of intimate hygiene products (fanny soaps)? Or maybe they are creating a new hybrid between the squat and the fully-fledged porcelain basin? The mind boggles…


Hoola Hoop.