After making these I am sparkling like a teenage vampire. But no, I am not shunning direct sunlight and swanning bare-chested around Italian piazze. I mean, I wish I was. Well, not the bare-chested bit. I think the Italian polizie (at the behest of any number of scandalised nonne) may be troubled by the bare-chested in the middle of the piazza part. No, it’s just that there is a sparkly, bejewelled party on our horizon. As you do.