Remember that time in Rome...

Good afternoon and apologies for my lack of blogs recently not only have I been engrossed in the football and been on holiday to Italy but my life is not that exciting for me to always have something to write about!

Anyway, today I wish to discuss something, or should I say show you a few things that I do on holiday or trips. Think of it as a collection. Some people collect fridge magnets, well I tend to collect pictures with street entertainers!

Here are a few I made earlier...

In Covent Garden, London with some wizard guy

 Gran Canaria with this out of place cowboy

Sydney with an orange man

Also Sydney with this funky Aborigine

As you can see from the photos I have selected above it is all pretty harmless. I have my photo taken and then I'll drop about a Pound, Dollar, Euro which ever currency I'm using into the box. I'm happy and they are happy and I'm sure they will make good money if they have suckers like me coming up every five minutes!

Then one time in Rome I met this man....

He looks like a nice guy. He decided to make me a bit more womanly so he had obviously been reading my mind!

Me and him were getting on great

I even show him some brotherly love

He clearly likes to have his photo taken

He even dragged the wife up!

You see a picture may tell one story but not necessarily the whole story, as during this whole experience the man was slightly CRAZY! I just wanted one picture taken, but no he wanted several, wanted to dress me like a woman and then demand that my wife had to have her picture taken! The whole time we were trying to get away but with his magic Roman powers he made us stay against our wills!

Then it came to payment, as mentioned earlier I only ever give these people small change. As I was in Italy in this instance it was going to be a Euro. The first mistake I made was to get my change out of my pocket. I had to get the whole lot out as I couldn't decipher one coin from another!

The man must of thought it was Christmas as soon as he saw my fortune he demanded 5 Euros!

I thought no way! I gave him my Euro and he moved his hand out of the way so it fell onto the floor and he repeated 5 Euros. I said to him no but by this point he was really angry and from being brothers a few minutes earlier I could see we were now life long enemies!

I wasn't going to give in and neither was he. So what does a man in this situation do? That's right he runs away and leaves his wife to sort the situation out.

I of course look behind but he is still shouting at me angrily with that look of rage like I had just jumped all over his parents grave!

My wife being the hero she is, picked up the Euro and gave it to the poor man and then ran away too!

C ya later!