A visit to the cinema is in order. I’m still struggling to remember what I did last night, but I do recall feeling pretty damn shakey. For some reason I think going to the cinema is a decent think to do when you’ve got a hangover. Not so. In fact it’s a terrible idea, as I sit through two hours or so with the fear. When a warning comes on the screen about the fire exits I’m convinced I’m going to die. I really should be at the hostel in bed, but some chinese soup and a smoothie does wonders for my flagging frame, and I make it through intact. Lawless was the film, fittingly enough about 1920’s prohibition and bootlegging illegal moonshine. We could do with some of that in the Czech Republic.
Lazy Sunday afternoon
A visit to the cinema is in order. I’m still struggling to remember what I did last night, but I do recall feeling pretty damn shakey. For some reason I think going to the cinema is a decent think to do when you’ve got a hangover. Not so. In fact it’s a terrible idea, as I sit through two hours or so with the fear. When a warning comes on the screen about the fire exits I’m convinced I’m going to die. I really should be at the hostel in bed, but some chinese soup and a smoothie does wonders for my flagging frame, and I make it through intact. Lawless was the film, fittingly enough about 1920’s prohibition and bootlegging illegal moonshine. We could do with some of that in the Czech Republic.