Av got diarrhoea. Nah, I'm actually in the process of booking a week away...with Italy being the front runner at the moment
I can see it now. Gambol stolling up to a street cafe to order a thirst quenching beer only to hear the dulcet tones of Tina: "Haw, ****, where's ma ****in vino? Get it pronto ya greaseball fanny ye!" <hock-too> Gambol sneaks quietly away.
You'll barely hear a sweary word out my gob, unless it turns you on in the bedroom. Me and Tina are polar opposites. Kind of.