But the anecdote worth mentioning was as I was sat for a train in a moderately busy italian train station I looked at a couple, in their late forties early fifties, kissing very passionately on the bench on the edge of the platform. So much so a guy also sitting on the bench had to get up as they kept bumping into him.
Then I noticed her hand was under his shirt, a little full on for a public area I though.
I noticed then that the guy who had just stood up looked almost the most uncomfortable I have ever seen anyone.
I looked back to the entwined couple, her arm was pumping furiously!
She was buffing his candlestick right there on the bloody platform!
Bloody Italians, is nowhere safe!
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