I was in Siena for the Palio festival. During such a festival it is easy to get whipped-up in the enthusiasm of the moment. At these moments one is often inclined to drink too much and so it was on this occasion. One night during the festival, I met a group of locals in a backstreet bar. We drank a lot and shared stories. Some girls joined them and suggested be go somewhere else. It became a wild, drunken rampage through the town with some strange and hilarious goings on. Much of it is still a blur. At some point I remember taking my turn lying under a barrel while someone opened the tap and pored wine into my mouth. On about the third time round in this game, I opened my mouth and grappa poured out of the barrel. It is at this point my memory became skewed. All I remember is waking up in a bar and thinking I was back home in England. Bodies were everywhere - entwined and writhing. I went to the bar and asked for the bathroom. To my surprise a man answered me in Italian. Maudit is a pleasant pub. Not somewhere I would normally seek out - an English pub in Italy - but I liked it. Some good bottled English beer although nothing I saw on draft that day would have tempted me. The landlord took pity on me on this occasion and somehow I ended up eating breakfast there. I promised him I would go back next year. Let's hope I can find it!