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So, that was the first week of sudden and unexpected poverty. I spent 200 crowns, roughly four quid, the whole week. And one of the economies is writing all my e-mails / this at home. So I am actually listening … Continue reading

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IT IS REALLY FUCKING COLD

Everything is a bit better this week. I’ve been doing some proofreading and am trying to get into that and copy-writing as I’m having trouble with English teaching. The main problem being that it takes me a good four hours after I … Continue reading

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Have spent nearly a week typing up old diaries / notes. Am going slowly crazy. I was a real dick when I was 19.

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The snow has melted. Now we have the city of black ice. Damn. Not much to report now as I have been staying in, writing, trying to get jobs, etc. The last of this is now necessary as I don’t … Continue reading

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The longer I put off updating this, there more there is to write. Instead of glossing over I may as well go over stuff in a vague amount of detail at least. So, I have been back in Prague for … Continue reading

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Back in old Praha after a 22 hour coach journey, and after two days feeling like I’ve finally caught up sleep-wise. Almost everyone from the last year has either turned up or will be in the next few days and … Continue reading

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Am busy as hell getting ready to leave Prague and return ‘home’ to the UK for a two-week christmas break. If any Southampton Types are reading, I will be in that hole for a night (maybe) so you can try … Continue reading

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The IKEA quest.

This Monday afternoon I embarked on what turned out to be an epic struggle to buy two bed legs, two planks and a screw. These were the items broken due to poor workmanship and violent sex on the various beds … Continue reading

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Snow.

As of yesterday there was a thin coating of the above substance on the cars of Zizkov. Inside the Blind Eye snowballs flew as fast as the movements of the giant guide dog humping a hippy from behind. A six … Continue reading

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I was trying to get to sleep by lying in bed listening to the world service last night when an interview started with an American woman who, due to a car crash or something, had damaged her speech centres and … Continue reading

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