Watched Ted and the Delays boys on local TV last night on a ghost-hunt at some old manor house. A classic and a half.
Today it has been drizzling in a typical English style. I sat in a cafe eating fried food, drinking tea and reading the paper all morning, waiting for it to stop. It didn’t. In the end I just put up with it and came into town to raid Primark and Asda for supplies.
Brighton tomorrow. Into the teeth of the storm.

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Spent a few days up at my Dad’s place before he drove us down to Kent for my uncle’s surprise 50th birthday party. It was good enough fun, not the even of a lifetime or anything, but alright anyway. We were given some Austalian themed food – something called a ‘pie floater’ and something called a ‘lamington’. I would prefer not to describe further.
Stayed with my Nan, in her spare room. She’s a walking comedy sketch – unable to do anything quickly but insisting on doing everything for you, including cooking me a huge breakfast.
Now I’m down in Southampton again. It’s all the same – including a good selection of first years milling around and getting in my way. Hung out with Matt, Kat & Ted yesterday, but now have to get to the serious business of sorting out all my storage, etc. A pain, but it has to be done I suppose.

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I spent a good six days at my mum’s house, sorting out my posessions to give to charity and burn, mainly. I am now weighed down mainly by CDs. Still, three days left until I jump into the vortex of the south coast and the less I have to lug the better.
I feel a lot better now too, generally. That is, the cold I’ve been suffering from for the last year or so seems to be abating, apparently I have an allergy to something, probably dust. I have to inhale steroids twice a day, which seems to be working.
At my dad’s house in the wilds of Herefordshire now. Staying here for a few days, the last one being today in fact. Tomorrow I’m going to be at my uncle’s fiftieth birthday party and the day after that, the dreaded Southampton. A couple of days after that, yes, Brighton.
If anyone is in need of contact, my number is 07979 ??????. I better delete that after a day or so, don’t want any weirdos calling me up, do I?


Popular interests among weejay’s friends
1. the smiths (7) 11. monty python (5)
2. tea (7) 12. radiohead (5)
3. pulp (6) 13. writing (5)
4. music (6) 14. coffee (5)
5. blur (6) 15. the cure (5)
6. photography (6) 16. joy division (4)
7. david bowie (6) 17. douglas adams (4)
8. the beatles (5) 18. elastica (4)
9. roxy music (5) 19. the faint (4)
10. my bloody valentine (5) 20. harry potter (4)
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My most interesting friend is stevethemodel who has 12 of these interests,
followed by brokenjoystick (11), epitomeof80s (9) and pen (7).
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Another couple of days and I am already used to the UK again. Sort of. I bought a galaxy caramel and a can of cherry tango yesterday and it came to £1.30!! Unbelievable. A bacon butty is still £1.20 though, so at least some things are sacred.
Generally, Worcester is still as dull as ever. More so now actually. The fact that people from school are still working around here gives me the creeps too. I’m not particularly satisfied with my life as such but I’d be miserable as hell if I’d had to spend the whole quarter of a century here.
Anyway, tired, going home.

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After one last, fantastic night at the Blind Eye, all that was left was to take a few hours kip and get my bags. It was a public holiday in the Czech Republic yesterday, so I got to say goodbye to Martin and so on. The bags were heavy as hell, but Amanda gave me a hand with them. Then we had some soup in the airport and I checked in. The plane was unsurprisingly full of English people, whose overheard speech I could clearly understand. None of it was particularly interesting, though it was funny when they all stood up ten minutes before the doors opened. Well, five anyway.
Back at my mum’s house now, with a new sense of drive and vigour in my step. Just had a bacon butty with ketchup, truly unbelievably great. There is no bacon or white bread in Prague. Then I went to get a new simcard for my phone. The guy at the desk said “ah… Mr Errington?” and I spent a minute trying to place him but really couldn’t and had to fess up. He turned out to be a guy from high school who I’d not really known or been friends with, but now he was 5 inches shorter than me, wearing a suit, with a shaved head, and working for phones 4 u. He was polite, but pissed off I couldn’t remember him, though he tried to pretend not to be. On leaving I found the simcard he sold me didn’t work. I’ll have to go back and complain I suppose, though I feel like a complete fucker doing so. Ah well.

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This will be my last entry in Prague. Hard to believe, I know.
Anyway, the weekend was pretty good. Started off Friday night, with Jan’s flying visit, which meant that I stayed up until 4 drinking borovicka, got three hours sleep and then went off with Lucie, Eva and French guy for a 15km walk in the woods. It was pretty nice, good scenery and no real rain to speak of. We ate walnuts, elderberries and apples from the trees and got to Karlstein in time to drink a fair deal of burcak, the partially fermented wine you can only get once a year.
After there was a little party at Amanda & Tom’s place to celebrate my leaving and their moving in. It wasn’t too bad, not a scratch on the legendary parties of last year but still a good deal of fun was had.
The rest of the time I’ve had to carry around all my possessions to the people who’ll be looking after them, so am already very tired, especially with the 8 hours sleep I had in total in three nights.

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Woke up early to try and sell my scanner and printer. Well, 11am is pretty early. After trudging around town, including four shady secondhand electrical shops I found that you can’t sell electrical equipment with missing adapters. In the end one guy took pity on me and gave me 50 crowns (1 pound) for both of them. I was glad to have it.
Afterwards Gali & I visited Chelsea. She’s in the mental hospital in Bohnice right now, which is huge beyond all belief. It even has a live venue and a cafe, amongst other things. We hung around in the cafe for a while and it was all nice.
All for now. If anyone in Prague is reading this (who knows me) I’m having a leaving party in what was Johnny Porno’s house but is now Amanda & Tom’s. Starting around 9pm tomorrow. Bring booze.

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The plan was to go around to the old flat, then carry the computer downstairs and take it around in a taxi to various pawn shops until we found one who would buy it from us. But all that had to be stopped as the interminable drizzle of autumn came down this afternoon.
I conferred with Ivana briefly on what to do with the fucking thing. I thought we should give it to anyone who wanted it, so long as it didn’t end up in the hands of Jacques. After half an hour and a coffee we came to a decision. We wrapped it in binbags and carried it across the street to a gypsy squat, put a little note on top that said “darek”, which means “present”, knocked on the gypsies’ door, and ran away. I hope they use the money well, to feed themselves or something. Their need is greater than mine.
I still have a scanner and a printer. Any takers?

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I had a massive day laid out this morning, but every event had to be cancelled one by one, leaving me with sweet diddly to do with myself.
Tomorrow, then, I will have to try to pawn my poor old broken computer. RIP to that too.

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A pretty fine weekend all in all, bearing in mind I had no money to spend in the first place. Besides the usual Blind Eye / Clown & Bard / Akropolis (in)action I managed to venture a few times into Old Town – first to see Gail do her human jukebox thing at the Globe, then to watch the King Vitamin show at the Tulip cafe. Plus a whole load more stuff.
There were a whole host of faces from the past who arrived at one point or another. Every night has been a pleasant surprise, maybe because life seems more interesting when it has a one week limit.
Too many events have taken place for me to begin to describe or remember in order. Here are some highlights;
* Jeremiah & Matthew’s frenzied rap battle in front of a poetry reading crowd
* I wasn’t there for this one, but some old man tried to impress Ivana by saying he was from Mongolia – a shame he picked the one barmaid in the city who knows any Mongolian.
* Gail’s medley of Ave Maria, The Scooby Doo theme, Bon Jovi and a host of other unrelated songs.
* The moment during a game of pool with Lucie that I accidentally tapped a picture frame with my cue and knocked out the glass, which shattered all over the floor.
* Then not getting thrown out of the pool hall, somehow.
* The final end of the Zizkov massive looming into sight, with Jacques demanding Ivana leave “our” flat this week. Rest in peace, Rohacova 80.
Hard to believe this is really the end, with one week-long party to go, but it really is. I’m a little sad, a little excited, but it’s all the same isn’t it? I’ll be back.

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