Anyone moving to live in Rome (as I did six months ago to work at the Anglican Centre) gets a full-immersion baptism into the delights and absurdities of Italian life, writes Marcus Walker. The three months (and three engineers) it took to install functioning broadband in my apartment, while frustrating, was nothing compared to the surrealist parallel universe you have to enter in order simply to use the post office; two hours later, as you stand in your third queue, you feel a creeping sympathy for Alaric and his horde of Goths. You also, sadly, begin to understand how Italy’s economy has shrunk by almost 10 per cent since the global crash. I popped along to an Oxford and Cambridge alumni drinks the other night and was surprised to discover that most of the Oxford alumni were actua