A picture taken by Christine Page

Nothing illustrates the beauty of Sardinia better than this picture taken by Christine, who I met on the last day of the trip.

My theory is safe.

Would you believe it?

Yesterday at the Anglo American language school I met a girl who said she was from Paisley. Today at the airport I start a conversation with a couple who sound Scottish. It turns out they recognise me. Obviously because I'm a big time comic back home they know my work.... that's the only reason they can know who I am.

So who do I give the tenner to?

So back at the airport I still owe Tuesday night's taxi driver 10 euros. I give it to the guy running the taxi stand, but I'm not entirely sure he is going to pass it on....

The Festival

And then I met Christene

Christine, a biology teacher from Limekilns was in the area studying botany - that's looking at flowers. She gave me the gen on what sound like a great local traditional religious feast day I just missed.

Is it just me, or is there something sinister about their flag?