haonowshaokao

Still tired after last night, which was simultaneously comedylisa‘s last and Amanda’s first here. Had some more 29kc Jamesons – arrived at home past 4am and struggled to unlock the door to my room for 10 mins, then passed out in the spare bedroom. Got up again at 8am to get Martin to work the key, which he did in about 5 seconds or less.
Now I’m having a swift one. Then Bed.

So, I finally managed to get through the entire process of actually buying a ticket. At 3.45pm on Tuesday the 28th of September (or thereabouts) I will touch down in Bristol.
In the meantime I’ve managed to get a little bogged down in the old “drinking” thing again. Last night we ended up at the Roxy for Free Mondays. Haven’t been there for ages, and the place is having a bit of a slide. The cleaners must have been fired or something, because the whole place is absolutely filthy. And the polar bear has lost its snout and ears. Altogether a let-down, I can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever be as good as in the days of lore again. Then battalion with some hostel people, comedylisa having gone to bed a long time previously.
I feel like death.
Sleep sounds good.

Fate is against me. I am leaving, so I get a whole load of job offers and start having a really good time, plus start getting invited on holiday with my students. I also left the house today with my suede jacket on, so it was destined to rain. Every time I take my big coat it is unbearably hot. Ah fuj.
Last night I saw Adaptation. It was very good, my only problems with it were due to him working in a similar field to me. Ditto Will Self. What I mean is that I see the same mistakes I make and don’t like them. But not to deny the brilliance, of course.
Today I went around with comedylisa and about 6 or 7 other people who were known by numbers and not names. Lisa had offered to take them around town, so we did, though realtour Paul overheard her and had a major strop, apparently. Can’t blame him, I suppose.
It was a good tour, though the rain was threatening at all times. We saw very little, but went to the right places at least. I gave up talking after an hour or so and just led.

Edit: Glad I’m not at Reading this year, the place is full of dumb fucking metallers who think they can bottle offstage anyone who isn’t defined by the narrow boundaries of “rock.”

After last nights brief entry I found myself going around Zizkov with comedylisa, who had a massive list of chores to carry out for a gang of Irish kids she’d met at the Clown & Bard. After getting their money from a cash machine and buying groceries we went to get pizza, ordering the menu option described only as “surprise.” It turned out to be salami, Bolognese sauce and lettuce. We headed up to the dorm with our booty, where everyone had been sitting in the mattress-lined crawl space called the attic for three days or so, drinking vodka during their entire waking hours and jumping off the balcony. The latter activity (and possibly the first) resulted in a trip to the hospital for a really fucked leg.
To cut a long story short I ended up hanging around with Jan and the Germans again, as it was their last night. We went to the Blind Eye & Akropolis, where a huge row broke out after some ill-judged stripping and kissing. One member of the couple in question stormed off, announcing he was driving back to Germany on his own.
The repercussions reverberated as we found a new herna bar where beer is 13 crowns, Jameson’s 29 crowns and the service friendly. A great night, to tell the truth, I must have got to know 8 or 9 new people and drank way way too much.
Tonight, a little bit of quiet movie watching, then bed.

Going to the Roxy now, with some Germans. And other people. That’s all.

Yesterday was another day of vaguely getting ready to leave and not working. I attempted to take comedylisa to an army surplus shop in Vinohrady, only to find that the shop, the street and the entire district had disappeared. I hope this is a familiar experience for everyone else. Then we went to the beer garden and it rained but not much, so it didn’t really matter.
Today I lay around again, why not eh?

Today is my first proper hangover for a month and it is fantastic. Just a hangover, not almost dead, which is an improvement of quite a magnitude.
The reason for drinking last night was the return of Lisa, who I didn’t even recognise for a few seconds face-on, she has changed so much in 6 months. She now looks just like Lisa Loeb which is mighty freaky. I’m off now to help her look for a bag – she’s off to Russia next week, then every other country in the world, it seems. For a year. Jan should be back soon too, we can have ourselves a little reunion. Of sorts.
I just got an e-mail from some American god-botherers from my Tefl course. They said a lot of things but signed off with;

“That brings us to the final part of this note, how you can pray for us:
1) Finding a community to be part of– people to disciple and be
discipled
by.
2) Being good teachers.
3) Discerning what the next step in our lives is….”

I am trying not to vomit.

Update: Just set up the Lisa Journal so she doesn’t have to send out the dreaded group e-mails on her trip round the world. Check.

Rrrr. In a better mood, but making plans a lot. And reading Nick Cohen who is cynical and defeatist, but right.

Place those lyrics…