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Getting back to Prague was no big deal really – these Easyjet people sure do know how to get you across a continent without any fuss, though I do hate being on aisle seats while bored businessmen sit at their window seats not bothering to look out at all. So I annoyed them by listening to bleepy dance music. Just an hour and a half after landing I was back at the Clown & Bard and it was like I’d never been away for 3 months. Half the people I know have disappeared but at least there’s the prospect of some quiet revision time before my teacher training course begins next monday (gulp).
So, I’ve eaten some fried cheese, drunk some Budvar and met up with a few people. Prague seems much the same, strangely. I was expecting some kind of small culture shock but the only thing really different is the absence of a few people. Still, I’ve managed to meet 10 or so new hostel types passing through, all seem pretty nice. I even had a cig, after quitting entirely for 2 months but I just couldn’t smoke it. It was a light too. Which is probably a good sign.
So… things to do, people to see, learning to do aswell. Head to be shaved. Dobry den.

Another couple of amayzing weeks in Praha, many many stories but for the moment they all entirely escape my mind. Last night I was in the biggest club I’ve seen in my life, like 5 large clubs on top of each other, dancing to something or other when huge amounts of dry ice poured out from a nozzle next to me. For 20 seconds or so I saw nothing, but then when the smoke cleared there were 5 guys immaculately done up as elvis all dancing at me. Actually that sounds shit but it was frickin weird.
Already this place, this hostel in particular, feels like its my home and has been my home forever. Theres Scottish Mark, Adam from the ramones, Paul Mcartney and Steve, Lin and Bodil the Swedish girls, Gail the opera singer, Chandler of the secret age, Connor James Macguire the Fifth, Daniel the grandmother opressor, Natalie the cowgirl, Alex the vegetarian millwall hooligan, so many more and every day more people arrive, intending to stay for a few days… heh heh heh. A week is the bare minimum you can spend here. I was seeing this Chilean woman but shes gone back to Chile, which is a shame.., maybe.
Not sure how my liver is doing but as I now consider 3 beers to be a night off drinking I suppose it wouldn’t be wise for me to continue living at this hostel forever… So I will return to England for a bit and sort out a job good enough so I can get a flat over here and just come over to the hostel to drink. Beer is cheaper than water and its cheaper to eat out than to make your own food, which is nice. If anyone I know is reading this then I do advise you to make your way over here. You can have a weeks holiday for, say, 120 pounds, including flight and accommodation, and have a seriously good time.
Haven’t learned much Czech though, just enough to sort of get by. If I meet some more Czech girls this may change though. They seem, on the whole, to be very beautiful and a little psychotic. Some are sane of course, though, and I hang out with Americans too much, so maybe I meed to make a little more effort.
Anyway, if anyone I know is reading this then hello, please feel free to email me at weejay@nme.com, I will return to Scumhampton for new year if anyones got a party going or anything. Put some shampoo in the fountain for me.
Dobry den, weejay

and beer for 35p a pint. My head doesnt hurt today which makes a refreshing change I think. Still, I have not got a job but I’ve come perilously close on a couple of occasions and It wont be long yeah.
I’ve done lots of other stuff and blah blah blah etc.

Got to Prague three days ago and am trying to pace myself on the drinking, but if you know what it’s like, especially the hostel Clown & Bard, well…. I’ve already had the worst hangover of my life the other morning but somehow… somehow I simultaneously slept through some guy falling off the balcony in my dorm (half a bottle of absinthe), breaking his ankle and going straight to sleep again.
Meanwhile, I had better get a job before my money starts to run out.
And maybe get an apartment. I’ve never had so much fun but two months in this place is going to kill me for sure.
Lots of love to all the Southampton types, wherever they may be, by the way.