Category Archives: diary

So, the bad news is that my lungs have finally realised I’m not smoking after seven months or so and have taken it upon themselves to get some kind of chest infection. I just wish it would fuck off really. … Continue reading →

It’s a hot hot day. I haven’t been really taking advantage, though I should’ve been. Just too hot. Well, at least the summer is here at last. Just now on the tram I had a mildly unfortunate journey. A stop … Continue reading →

Friday was stupid. I know all I do is drink but I’m the one who practices moderation I’d say. Lots of pico and stuff going round. I was good, I only had the ‘Slivovice Special’ from the unmarked bottle in … Continue reading →

Went out to a small town a way outside Prague to pay a brief visit to Chelsea & Petra in their cottage yesterday. It was alright – we walked for about a week before getting to a school-hall style bar … Continue reading →

Hm well. Jeremiah’s art opening at the Roxy yesterday, then down to the usual two bars I frequent to get hammered and return to bed. Hm. Today, don’t feel so good.

Nothing interesting is going on right now so I thought I’d take a break from my own goings on and give a brief update of (what I know of) the lives of those people previously featured in this journal. Not … Continue reading →

A quieter weekend, spent cleaning, sewing and otherwise in the fashion of a workhouse woman. Saturday I went to hang out with Lucie, who’s back in town. Hamish and Wendy came along too. We hung around her flat drinking wine, … Continue reading →

Since waking this morning with a throat almost closed dry from infection and dubious mucus, the colour of which I am fortunately unable to see, I have had a constant stream of people phoning me up and asking me to … Continue reading →