So, where is the best place to be injured?
Ouch… was practically my last word of 2010. Actually the year’s last word was unprintable so let’s stick with Ouch…
Why can’t women afford a cheap haircut?
I know it’s been a long time since my last Blog. If anyone actually bothered reading it or even missed my ramblings please accept my heartfelt apologies… Laziness is a serious condition but my struggle goes on.
So, to the subject of, ‘why women cannot afford a cheap haircut’.
Is Ice Hockey better than Football?
We have an expression in English… Cor Blimey.
One is most likely to employ this phrase when faced with a total surprise. Or when one is bewildered or amazed. Well on this particular occasion, after a good long think I can think of nothing more appropriate to say… Cor Blimey.
All eyes turn to Prague
It’s not often any of my so called mates back in the UK bother getting in touch to ask how things are going in Prague. (Note to those who do bother: Thanks, but all the others, you know who you are…)
People from my side of Europe generally think they know all they need to about Prague. Booze, girls and architecture… and not too much architecture as it happens. So I was stunned to get a call from a buddy of mine the other day.
Why did the Expat cross the road?
I was never one for taking risks. My luck just isn’t that good.
Look left, look right, look left again, right again… then listen, really hard. Look up, just to be on the safe side and if all is clear… cross.
Getting over any road is a serious journey and one you can’t undertake lightly, or it’s liable to be your last.
Everyone’s got Winter Olympic fever!!
Well actually no… not in the UK at least.
I’m truly sad to report but the vast majority of Brits turn decidedly chilly if you mention the Winter Olympics.
Danger in the city
Just when I thought I’d be safe wandering the streets of Prague…
AVALANCHE!!!
Not sure where the nearest official mountain is to Prague 5 but I’m guessing Liberec direction. So that’s at least an hour’s drive out of the city. You’d think, therefore, the likelihood of getting caught in an avalanche is pretty minimal. We’ll you’d be wrong.
How dumplings saved my life…
The snow was still falling in sodden flakes as I trudged along the pavement. It wasn’t easy going, even if I stuck to the cleared pathways and got heavier still every time I ventured off the beaten track through knee high drifts on either side.
This kind of harsh winter weather burns a lot of energy. It’s gratifying to know therefore that Czech cuisine provides the perfect antidote to subzero temperatures: Roasted duck, dumplings and cabbage.
Whats in a Name - Day
Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me… I know I haven’t posted a blog in a while but I have my excuses. I’ve had a crazy ten days. Mind you, it’s the same every year so perhaps there are no excuses…
Problem is my Christmas is closely followed by New Year and hot on the heels of that… my Birthday! That’s a whole lot of fun and almost no time to write…
Merry Christmas Mr Carp
I experienced my first Czech Christmas dinner way back in 1996. It proved one of the more shocking of culture shocks! In the UK I had grown accustomed to the belly busting tradition of a huge Christmas feast; Turkey, roast potatoes, sausages, bacon, brussel sprouts, parsnips, roasted chestnuts, bread sauce and gravy.
What I was served, all those years ago… was a fish.
