Friday, 24 April 2009
Sunday 12 April 2009
The flight from East Midlands to Rome, Ciampino was mundane, after travelling many times the same route with same carrier you become conditioned to it. My iPod spewed out an assortment of songs throughout the two hours twenty-five minutes: To name a handful, ‘Universal’ by OMD. ‘Bootie Call’, All Saints and ‘Coma White’ by Marilyn Manson. There's an Indian gentleman sat next to me and I glance over as he scrolls through the menu on his iPod, he selects '19', the debut album from Adele (not one I have), mine begins to play 'Lullaby For Evan' by Hotel Persona. I watch as his daughter hands him her nano, she has the new Girls Aloud album playing on hers. Three different people in such close proximity with three different genres of music playing. We collect the last car available at the car hire desk this Easter, a two-seater ‘Smart’ car that we instantly nickname Pamela Pram. The drive out of Rome is hectic, as always, with cars constantly changing position and vying for space amongst the four lanes that take the traffic both north and south. Maybe all roads do lead to Rome?