Monthly Archives: March 2012

Today is a bit dark.  Literally.  The clock is all off as I wake up at around 8pm.  Eat when you’re hungry, drink when you’re thirsty, sleep when you’re tired.  Well I certainly slept.  I slept the sleep of champions.  And the sleep of the totally inebriated. Julia approaches me and grins something to do …

The hostel thrives with activity by the time I surface in the afternoon.  I’m willing to bet my bed is in the worst place imaginable, right by the door to the hall, right by the main entrance.  My alarm clock has been a cacophony of different accents and laughter, giddy squeals from girls and haughty …

Once again I wake up with the sun going down.  Once again within a few hours and after I attempt a Chinese take away, people are persuading me to go out again.  I’ve lost the ability to do two massive nights out in a row.  I’ve also lost the ability to finish the special fried …

The days begin to roll into one.  There are many occasions at the moment when finding something to write about is pretty damn difficult.  I need to start carrying a pad and pen around with me so when a genius idea pops into my head I won’t forget it.  I’m lying on a bunk bed …

While trying to find a clean T-shirt and rummaging around in my bag, it suddenly dawned on me I’ve had my best three tops stolen.  “All my best T’s go missing all the time” I’m nonchalantly informed by a friend.  One of these was a vintage Hendrix one, the kind that people always gave me …

There’s nothing better than discovering a bunch of Aussies have taken over the T.V room to watch Trainspotting when the Champions League quarter final is on.  As luck would have it, Arsenal very nearly pulled back a 4-0 deficit to A.C Milan, scoring 3 goals in the first half.  None of this I saw, because …

Waking up into darkness and not being able to get back to sleep is never too much fun.  This I do at around 3 am, after only having gone to sleep 6 hours previous.  After then not having been to bed for 24 hours.  I’m all over the place.  I decide to calm my soul …

It was only meant to be a couple of drinks as I left the hostel late last night with a bunch of Aussie dudes intent on causing damage in town.  I end up finally going to bed at 9pm the following night.  Tonight that is.  In between I manage to meet a crazy Polish guy, …

I’m woken by a noise I don’t recognise.  It takes me a few seconds to dawn on me that it’s my alarm clock I set last night!  I set it for 7am!  I’m awake!  And what’s this?  I’m getting out of bed!  I’m moving towards the bathroom to shower!  It’s a miracle. Actually I was …

I suppose going to bed again when the sun comes up means I won’t be leaving today either.  Somehow it’s happened again.  Why, dear god why?  Oh.  Yeah.  Booze.  I suppose the upside of going out last night means I stay in on Friday night.  Staying in on a Friday night means I have significantly …