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very hot day, like every other damn day.
I have a mild headache and there are no chemists in the Czech Republic that open at the weekend except one in Jungmanova, which is too far away to bother for such a mild headache.
The reason for feeling delicate is that this weekend has been one long going away party for Bob. On Friday everyone turned up at the Blind Eye, got unbelievably drunk and before anyone knew it there was much mayhem, nakedness and sex on the pinball table etc. I, meanwhile spent about half an hour being told off by some guy for supporting Liverpool, while he spluttered spittle in my general direction.
I would have lamped him one if I wasn’t such a coward.
Oh, I just discovered that you can download every episode of the Blue Jam radio show at http://cabinessence.cream.org/ so one day I will have a pile of minidiscs or something maybe.

Met the feared stalker today, he’s alright. Damn we’re stupid sometimes.

There’s some slightly unusual stuff going on in Prague.
Thursday morning I got up at 6.45 am to go teach at the Peugeot headquarters in Pankrac. I had had 3 hours sleep and 3 cups of coffee. As I left the house I bumped into some of my friends just coming back from the pub. Bleh. The lesson went well, I bought some strawberries and yoghurt and returned to the house where I found Russ and Chelsea in my bed so I returned downstairs to make my strawberry thing in the blender. It was about this time that the buzzer for the front door downstairs went. I answered it and got a torrent of language in what I thought at the time was Czech. I told him (in Czech of course) that I spoke very little Czech and could he speak English if possible but he just kept on talking. Eventually I gave up and hung up without buzzing him in.
20 minutes later Hamish woke up and was going to the toilet when we both heard a light tapping on the door. Hamish looked through the spyhole and saw a wizened man with long blonde hair. We didn’t answer the door but he just kept tapping, for 20 minutes or so. Then he went downstairs again and started pushing on the buzzer. I gave in, picked up and said hello. There was no answer. When I put the intercom down it just kept buzzing. I had to leave it off the hook.
When Bob came down he decided to go and check what was going on. There was a matchstick stuck in our doorbell. Bob took it out and came back up but it started ringing again soon after. And again there was no answer at the other end. Eventually though, it went quiet again. And then the phone started ringing. Every time it went somebody would pick it up, say hello and the line would go dead. Or else they would hear a torrent of gibberish (not Czech) and then he would hang up. He called 8 or 9 times at least throughout the day before I just left the phone off the hook.
It was a bit of a strange thing, put me in an odd mood all day. Bea was terrified, probably a reasonable reaction but I quite enjoyed looking over my shoulder all the rest of the day.

Of late I have been teaching, a fair amount.
Tomorrow I have to teach at seven thirtz am.
Zou maz have noticed that I§m using the Cyech lazout kezboard todaz.
I wondered what it would look like, and it doesn§t look great.
Hum de ho.

Last night I stayed up until 5.30 playing pinball in a bar.
Today I plan to buy food and exchange books.
Meanwhile my housemate is being a pain again, mainly by writing instructions on his whiteboard telling us all to buy cleaning products even though is us that bought them all last time, and him who didn’t put so much as a heller towards them. I am sorry to report that we have responded in a very childish way.