TG rides along with the Carabinieri
A 172mph Lotus. Blues and twos. Armed policemen. And a fridge. Organ delivery just got faster
Posted: 02 Dec 2011
We're somewhere outside the Vatican when Rocco hands me the microphone. It's at this point I wish I
knew the Italian for: "Get yer trousers on. You're nicked!" Sadly I don't, so I limit myself to reciting: "Stay calm. The situation is normal. Please carry on," through the speakers in my finest Pathé accent.
This doesn't seem to have the desired effect on the Roman public. Time to leave.