Monthly Archives: September 2012

For some reason I’ve taken to smashing glasses in a bar.  It’s actually just a phase.  By phase I mean one night.  I’ve made little headway with organising travel gear to come through and I’m just twiddling my thumbs, so we’re out again with gusto, this time hitting an Erasmus student party.  It’s utter chaos, …

I’ve neglected to mention a harmless incident a couple of nights ago my dear readers.  This possibly has something to do with the amount of debauchery I’m subjecting myself too, but more so the fact that every day is rolling into one.  I’m starting to lose the will to live.  I shall be found dead …

The students are starting to return in numbers, turning Olomouc into a totally different beast.  Quiet, lonely bars occupied by a handful of locals and couples have suddenly become populated with life.  Youth.  Parties.  Alcoholism.  I feel like I’m back in freshers week.  It’s either time to stay, or time to get the fuck out …

Olomouc has a festival on at the moment.  Perhaps I should start doing a little more travel writing and tell you about it.  Basically yesterday, today and tomorrow they turn some lights on in front of some buildings.  Standing from my vantage point outside a McDonald’s, I can see a packed town square, some colourful …

Once again I’ve descended into the depths of club Varna with the infamous Commie disco.  Dragging a few hostelers down with me, it’s a pretty uneventful day/night with nothing remarkable to talk about.  I’m boring myself to tears.

Today I picked up my sporran from the place wot fixed it.  Unless of course this happened last week too.  I still can’t remember.  Anyway I’m currently sticking to my two nights off rule, which I don’t stick to. I’m starting to feel more than a bit frustrated in still being here.  Everyone needs some …

Today I managed to put my sporran in to get it fixed.  The stitching has been coming away since Colombia.  Unless I did it last week.  I can’t remember.

The hardest part about writing blog entries for every day is remembering what you did, especially as at the moment pretty much all the days are rolled into one.  I keep meaning to explore the surrounding country a bit more, but of late I seem to be going through a lazy spell.  Not that its anything …

September?!  Where in god’s name did that come from?  I’m closing in on my year away from home.  I think I might have a wee party to celebrate on the 28th.  Come to think of it, I think I might have a wee party the now. I receive a phone call mid afternoon.  This is …

So it’s come to light exactly what has transpired between the hostel owners, the new help and former staff member; Nervous Chameleon Boy.  Apparently it’s ‘because I like girls’.  This Machiavellian scrotum has bad mouthed me behind my back, cloak and dagger, and influenced the appointment of a new worker, purely because he’s felt threatened by my …