My very first afternoon in Venice I threw open the shutters in my room which looked out onto a canal and lay on the bed and read a book by Thurber. Very funny guy, Thurber is.
We were having lunch at a restaurant close to the Barefoot Bridge on the Grand Canal - sitting outdoors on the very lip of the canal - and behind me a mobile phone rang and the guy answered it - and he had one of those mechanical voices like Stephen Hawking or someone who has had their larynx removed - and he kept saying (IN DEEP MECHANICAL TONES) "VENICE IS VERY ROMANTICA. "
I was freaking out because ever since that gross gross cult brit show League Of Gentlemen (which has a very scarey guy with a deep voice) I can't stand those deep voices.
If anyone says to me in deep tones "YOU IS MY WOMAN NOW" I completely freak.
So "VENICE IS VERY ROMANTICA" nearly had me jumping in the Grand Canal. The daughter tried to keep a straight face at my terror because she was facing the guy.
Pic is of daughter trying to restrain her mirth.
