Let Me Fix My Weave
Since we last met, I have fallen out of the cradling embrace of Sweet Momma Zizkov by relocating to the slightly more gentrified realm of inner Vinohrady. Looking out my front door down the street to my left I see the National Muzeum which stands at the top of Wenceslas Square - Pragues main thoroughfare. Nice. To my right lies Reigrovy Sady - the large park/beer garden which forms a natural border between Vinohrady and Zizkov. And just around the corner is Namesti Miru with its impressive twin-spired gothic cathedral. Even better, I can walk to work down in I P Pavlova, or stroll through the gardens to get to the Eye in only ten minutes. Sorted.
In sadder news, my man Rusty has gone home to England. As james may have reported, we gave him a three day send off. Many tears shed in our beers. Yeah, definately the hardest goodbye since I've been away from home. But, some things must be and I have a feeling we'll meet up again. What do you think?!!
Rusty, by the way, what is the pin-number for my sim card - I've fuckin' forgotten!!! (Also gone now are Miriam and Amanda - our lovely Norwegian Legion. By God, their Foozball skills were honed to a sharp edge by the time of their departure. Very proud. (Still, they could NOT beat me and Russ, ha-ha! And girls, remember you still owe us for that 9-0 game. Hm.) Goodbye too to Mr. Timothy Blake of Dublin - my mad Roxy dancing companion and fellow guitar enthusiast - for a few months at least, til me and Johnny are fixing up his new gaf in Leitram.
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cau to sweet Stacey and also to Eddie. Go hard.
What else? Well, spring is in the air for sure. Jussi is back and working at the C&B again. He has just survived one of the most ill-fated expeditions (to central Africa) that I have ever heard. He is lucky to be a still living Fin let's just say.
Well, for now, hunger has taken over - tea looks ready.
Back later...
