Rod Speed wrote:

Steve Firth wrote just
the puerile **** that it always ends up with when
its got done like a ****ing dinner, as it ALWAYS is.

One wonders how one "gets done like a dinner"? Does it mean that I am
dressed in fine linen, set about with shiny flatware and served with
fine wines?

Meanwhle... which bit of Italy did you visit Wodders? Was it Sydney or
Gladstone?