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Today I have mainly been drinking beer.

I’m reading The Trial right now so I took today out to sit on Kafka’s grave while reading it. Unfortunately Jewish cemeteries are closed on the Sabbath so I came here instead to write this.
Last night was Legends again, terrible place but amusing karaoke watching to be done, especially Gail with her operatic style take on eighties rock ballads and everyone singing Stones songs because its Mick’s 60th birthday and he’s in Prague to play a gig tonight.
Gail won the competition (no competition) but was at this point asleep on the table so I got to drink a good deal of her jug of long island ice tea. I should have gone to the Roxy at this point to jump up and down to techno but having been ripped off for the beers at Legends I couldn’t afford it. So I went to Blind eye with Chels & her friends, felt sick, went to bed.
Meanwhile, there are two random Irish guys apparently staying in our house. Not sure where they are supposed to be sleeping, but they seem nice enough.

Twas my birthday yesterday – I am now officially 24, so woo.
I drank lots of beer and Jameson’s at Blind Eye and ate some seriously good munch at bar polo. All was good and so forth.
Jamie and Jackie have gone off agin, didn’t see that much of them as they were having a couple-ly weekend. Good luck and Cao to them if they are reading.

Hmmm… little else going on. Russ told me a good joke:
A man is walking down the street when he sees another man with an orange instead of a head. Immediately he stops him to ask; “why do you have an orange for a head?”
The man says “well, I rubbed a magic lamp and a genie came out and said I could have three wishes. First I wished for a beautiful wife and immediately I had one. Then I wished I had 50 million pounds. Immediately I had piles of money all around me”
“So,” said the first man, still confused, “what was your third wish?”
“I wished that I had an orange for a head.”

You might remember how two entries ago I was telling you about how I was at a karaoke night at a sports bar called Legends last Friday. Well, the news is that I found out yesterday that just after I left some Norwegian guy got kicked to death on the floor for no reason whatsoever. You can read about it here. My friend Gail has spent the last two days helping out with his friends, parents, the police, etc. I was pretty shocked when I heard all this and as I happened to be in a club at the time it put a dark shade on last night. To think that one night you go out as a tourist in a new city, walk into a shitty overpriced sports bar on karaoke night and get kicked… then, nothing. Your whole life over. What a stupid thing to happen.

Update – The Post finally has some information about it: http://www.praguepost.com/P03/2003/Art/0717/news4.php

Days like today I remember why I’m in Prague. You can lie in the park in the sun with an amazing view and very reasonably priced very good beer.
On the other hand I have to go to the dentist soon and I don’t think the diagnosis is going to be good. One of my wisdom teeth seems to have gone bad and I think I may have to have it pulled out. At best. I haven’t been to the dentist for a good 5 years now and recently heard that my regular one in England has died. So… what to do? Let it fester and ache? Take somebody else’s penicillin? Go to the dentist and fork out money I can’t afford meanwhile having to go through a great deal of pain, etc? I’m tempted to postpone until I get back to England, however many years away that might be.
Anyway, that’s all.

I have been going to unusual places these last few days. First Hanna took me to a salsa dancing club with wildly gyrating couples, then yesterday I went to an appalling disneyland (old town) sports bar called Legends to watch Gail sing karaoke. But I skipped out of the Roxy as I really am now in pretty dire financial straits to coin a phrase. Nevertheless, I’m now off to Kino Aero to see the new Lars Von Trier film, Dogville. Ta ta.

As I probably have said before, the weather here in the summer is generally given to only operating in the extremes. Either there is a heat wave or a thunderstorm. Yesterday the latter was taking place, unfortunately. I say unfortunately because we were standing outside under a small awning watching Freak Parade perform on an entirely inadequately covered stage while the torrent poured over their monitors and effects pedals. They fucking rock and didn’t get electrocuted, surprisingly. They even did an encore while people danced around in the rain.
After that we went to the Roxy, which was free, but I was still feeling a bit sick so I went home.
In house news Bob has gone forever with Russ moving into his room, whilst Hamish and Bea have shipped off to Holland for a month to pick flowers and live in a tent (sounds like fun) so Finnish Hanna has moved into their room for the meantime and I have today cut her hair and cleaned all the floors, like a good boy.
Carrie and Swedish Hanna have already gone back to their native lands, for a bit.