haonowshaokao

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 to hand in my timesheet late?
Anyway, Greece win! Who would have thought it. And what a pitch invasion!

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 of text message. I didn’t particularly mind. I never do.
A free Saturday, then, and nothing much to do.

Prague sights, no. 1
A very small dog lives in Horni Pocernice. Does it have an owner? No idea. But it trots around the estate with complete freedom and sleeps / dozes under the gate at the end of my road. It is a foot long and has extremely long tangled hair, the overall impression being that of a (sometimes) moving badly stuffed ornament. When it isn’t lying under the gate, it follows me around the streets, trotting happily ten yards behind me.

Prague sights, no. 2
A middle-aged man roams the streets of Holesovice. He has the strangest shape of any human being I have ever seen. I could swear that he was an actor pretending to be fat to prepare a role. His arms and head are skinny and normal but his middle is so large it looks like he’s stuffed seven or eight pillows up his shirt.
Vladka says he smells so bad she crosses the street to avoid him.

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.

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. I was fucking scary, like the clown from ‘It,’ which was cool once I started to appreciate the fun that could be had scaring the shit out of people who were trying to talk to me. Heigh ho. Is hard to drink free beer with red face paint on one’s lips, though. The taste is, well, shit. Hamish was a kind of happy shopper Darth Maul, and couldn’t get the makeup off his face properly even after half an hour of scrubbing. Wonder how his work went today…?

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. Nobody thought it was funny. One guy almost beat the shit out of them.
Later on I found out that someone got killed doing that the other day.
Still, Czech Republic through to the semis. Go Baroš!

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 the hypermarket. It still takes 40 minutes each way, but I am working on it bit by bit.
Discovery of the day: The milk in the yellow carton is deliberately sour.

Shit.

Shit.

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 were most likely antifreeze and water anyway.
Now the football. I am actually nervous.