The Cat has returned with companion to start drinking late afternoon.  Everyone else has left to attend the ice hockey match, but I’m more content to laze around the hostel.  I’m dragged into the drink-a-thon as you know I have little will power and I’m clearly easily led.  Especially when it comes to people who …

There are surely worse places to be as we sit supping beer on the grass in late afternoon sunshine, all the while a Czech music festival is kicking off before us.  I’ve also bumped into my NOLAN girl from the other night, and all appears to be right with the world as we listen to …

Will power.  It’s a wonderful thing.  Unfortunately I don’t possess any of it.  If I did I would be able to stop drinking and smoking, start exercising and not eating fillet o’ fish.  Or Kebabs.  Or chocolate alphabet cereal.  However I do manage to stay in tonight, and considering there is a big party going …

The Czech Republic is undergoing something of a drinking problem.  The problem is that some buffoon has been poisoning and bootlegging batches of spirits, whereby some 19 people have died as a result.  To what end and for what purpose is unclear, but I’d imagine money is some kind of motivation.  As a result, the …

Daylight is quite nice isn’t it?  When the sun shines, the air is fresh and clear, the light hits the buildings a certain way.  I’ve forgotten how nice it is, such is my love affair with the dark.  Because I’m Batman. I’ve ventured out to try to find a new pair of converse Chucks.  This …

It’s a relaxed hostel day and night and I’m actually doing my best to stay in.  I need a night off.  I’ve been working on a few things through the afternoon to try and push through the stuff I need from home, but other than that the day is uneventful.  I power nap until late, …

The dust is settling over the uri-gate scandal.  Mainly because I’m doing my best to laugh it off and get on with my life.  That and I’m kind of pre-occupied with trying to find the girl I met last night.  I’ve discovered to my utter devastation that my Facebook profile was set to private with the details …

I’ve woken up to find someone vigorously mopping with the kind of angry violence associated with a gangland turf war.  Something is banging behind my eyes and I while I try to sleep it off the watery slap of the squeegee isn’t helping.  I’m in a stinking mood, but so is The Cat who comes storming …

I have told a friend of mine here that I am not allowed to leave Olomouc until I’ve beaten him at table football.  The downside of this is he’s a god at the game, and I can’t find a pool table anywhere to get even.  However when we team up we’re pretty unbeatable, and prove …

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, …