My alarm went off at 7am this morning, as I had planned to go down to the Academia to see Michelangelo's David. I was right, I was kidding myself. After last nights antics, I looked up at my phone and thought, there's some numbers on there, but they could be anything, resent if for 9am and went back to bed.

I painfully got up at 9am and showered, dressed in my Hawaiian shirt and went down to breakfast. I collected up all the hotel keys and then had to wait for thirty minutes for some people to come back who were lost. They were lucky they rang me or they would have been left behind, that's just how these tours work.

We then started our four hour drive to Rome, with one stop for lunch. On the way in I told the two foundation stories of Rome. I told the story of Romulus and Remus and the story of Aeneas and his refugees escaping from Troy after the Trojan war. I also gave them a bit of a run down on the mythology and how the Romans stole the cultural heritage of Greece, rather than develop their own.

Garry dropped us in the middle of Rome and I set of with my trail of 46 people to find the Spanish Steps, where we were meeting our guide Anna. I left the group at the top of the steps and then walked down to the Piazza below to find Babbington's Tea house. I found the guide and raced back up the steps in the searing head to fetch my group. I brought them all down and introduced them to Anna….and then commenced my role as sheep dog. Our first stop was the Trevi fountain, where Anna told us to throw a coin in with our right hand over our left shoulder to ensure a return to Rome, worked for me I thought. She then said, throw in two to ensure that on your next visit to Italy, you will be kissed by an Italian. My thoughts turned to Phillipo and last nights dancing and I immediately went fought my way through the hoards of tourists, went down to the fountain and promptly tossed two coins in over my left shoulder.

Now that the task of being followed around had been taken by someone else, it was now my job to bring up the rear and make sure no one got left behind. This was my job for approximately three hours. I didn't mind it actually, as it meant I could hang back and take photos. I also often got applause when I returned, seemingly from no where herding three to six stragglers at a time.

It is illegal for me to guide in Italy, but as I couldn't hear what the guide was saying and I'm sure the people bringing up the rear never heard a word she said, I did end up doing a bit of impromptu guiding on the sly….as if anyone could stop me, in Rome. When we got to Palentine hill and the Roman forum I gave a few people who were hanging back a spiel and pointed out some of the buildings and what they had once been. On the way to the Colosseum I also pointed out the spot where Brutus killed Caesar and recited his last words in Latin, Et Tute, Brutus? I think people related more to stories and things they can empathise with, than dates which they forget almost as soon as you tell them.

We arrived at the Colosseum which was out last stop and I gave the group fifteen minutes free time while I went off to find the bus. Which of course was up a huge hill, which I then had to walk back up once I had collected my group from the Colosseum.

We drove out to the hotel, or campsite rather. We were staying at a place called Camping Roma, we weren't actually camping, we were staying in bungalows there. It was outside Rome and we would have to get the bus in to go to the Vatican the next day. We had a lovely dinner, and I met some of the staff. Another nice looking guy by the name of Diego was in charge of running the place.

After dinner, it was time to get dressed up for tonight's toga party. I got ready with Charlottle, Sam and Andrea as I needed help to get into my toga, which was literally the sheet off my bed. You kind of get one person to hold then end, you hold the other end and then you wrap yourself up in it.

Overall, we managed to get about half the group into the toga party. They were serving buckets of cocktails and just like back in Turkey mine were on the house. I couldn't believe I was sitting in and bar in a bed sheet, drinking out of a bucket. We all got up and danced and I ended up dancing on the speaker box and then on the bar. A fine return to form.

I actually realized today that I have been single for an entire year, the longest time in my life. You know what? I've never felt better, been better or felt like my life could get any better. Most of the time I'm just so grateful for the hand I've been dealt in life, a life most people on the planet would kill for….but which I get paid to enjoy!