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Hmmm. Am in a small bit of bother in that today was the last day to hand in my timesheet and nobody told me it was a bank holiday. Oh well, if they pay me late then surely I’m allowed … Continue reading

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I took the metro out to the new metro station / wind tunnel recently opened at Ladvi to meet my new student. He didn’t turn up, but said he couldn’t make it after I’d been there 15 minutes, by means … Continue reading

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I went to the beer garden last night to watch the game. All logic would indicate that the Czechs should have won. Team of the tournament, surely? But no. Last minute winner. I’ve never seen a thousand people be so … Continue reading

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Tired as hell, but just finished my last ever agency job! No more getting up at 7 for me now, sweet sweet sweet. Now home to doze on the couch and watch vids all day.

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NO CLOWN NO BEER

So, last night I dressed as a scary scary clown to get free beer. A whole load of jolly backpackers also joined in, though I was the only member of the gang there for the vast majority of the time. … Continue reading

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On the way to the football yesterday a group of Czech punks got on the metro. They had a game where they climbed out between the carriages and balanced on the connecting bars while the train sped down the tunnel. … Continue reading

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I’m not at Glastonbury, I’m in Prague. Sadly. Am trying my best to ignore news from Somerset, would give anything to be there right now. Ah well. Today was another long walk across the countryside to find a way to … Continue reading

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Shit.

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Shit.

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Went to the supermarket and bought some cheap food. A tramp behind me bought the cheapest carton of white wine. A picture on the front showed orchards in Provence. A far way from a Czech tramp’s stomach, but the contents … Continue reading

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