Flock of Seagulls

A wise man named Joshua Lawson once told an astute Ed Kavaluss that a study his mates did at university on the contents of the chicken doner kebab they purchased from their local doner kebab shop. Their findings discovered that 80% of the meat in the kebab was actually seagull. Apart from feeling guilty about all those times i had given the remnants of my kebab to a seagull, this got me thinking. When i had finished thinking chose to not believe this statement and pass it off as a desperate Josh Lawson just lying to try and find himself a proper job. i.e not living off funny and clever performances on thank god you're here.

Thats all a bit off the point but needless to say i didn't believe the fact until I arrived in Prague. I ventured into a kebab store early one morning after a night out on the town, purchased a kebab and made a reference about it being mostly seagull. the man whose job it was to shave the meat turned around and gave me one of the scariest smiles i have ever seen. I munched into the kebab and realised why i got such a wierd smile.

I now believe Josh Lawson to have never once spoken anything but the truth in his life and i will never eat a kebab in eastern europe again.

the girls happy

just went down to the shop and bought a packet of biscuits and a bottle of water. i payed 33 czech krona for the biscuits and 20 for the water. the water seemed quite expensive (almost 1 euro) but i just figured i must be getting ripped off and paid the guy anyway. went back to my hostel where i was planning to eat my little treat whiy listening to the hijinks and shenanigans of tony matrin, richard marsland and edward kavalee on my ipod. turned out it was lemonade and my ipod battery was flat.

life goes on

Self Servicing

I was wondering down the street in Prague yesterday and noticed this pub called the "beer factory". Needless to say I had a look inside and noticed that all fifteen tables had four taps on them all containing the beer they called Pilsner Urquell.

So anyway I bought a train ticket and headed back to my hostel on the train. Over a pork burger I mentioned it to some fellow travellers and we decided to head down there after dinner. When we arrived a table was arranged for us, beer steins handed over and we started pouring. Three hours and 40 litres later we finsihed up and noticed that we were on top of the leaderboard, meaning a beer was discounted. Luckily this was the case as we didn't have enough Czech Krona for the original final bill.

Amsterdam

The people of Amsterdam seem somewhat stuck in time, not knowing whether to conform and move forward with the rest of Europe or to stick to its unconventianal roots. So what you get is a city of stunning contrasts populated by many a unconvential person. They all look funny and speak like Goldmember. However they do not at their own skin.
The Red Light District is very interesting as well. Women pay between €80 and 180 for a window for an eight hour shift, deoending on the time of day and location of the window. Peak hours are bewteen 11pm and 3am, so this is when you see your 'mainstream attractive' women 'working'. I also learnt that pimping is outlawed.
Contrary to popular belief, marijuana is not actually legal. The police and government just ignore the selling of it in small amounts as it is good for the economy. Other 'soft' drugs such as hash, space cakes and magic mushrooms also fall into this category, however police are beginning to clamp down on the latter. Anyway, all this talk of marijuana is making me hungry

Belgium

This girl across from me in the internet cafe is talking about how good twister night club in st kilda was.... no comment.

The Belgians seem not to know whether to act Dutch or French. So what you get is a friendly, but teribly boring person. I suppose that they dont really have that much to be excited about though. Sure their country is very beautiful but once you've seen it, theres not much going on. I was lucky enough to catch a free street concert on my last night in Brugge though. It was a pefromance by the European cat empire with a venezuelan singer who performed pop covers. They were quite good.

Spaghetti.

Oxford to London on a bus, 2hrs. London to Paris on a bus, 8 hrs. Paris to Brugge on a bus, 4hrs. Finally arriving in Brugge.... and you know how this joke ends.

I'm a firm believer in that the only way to see a city properly is to get lost in it. Needless to say I've seen Brugge properly. It is a beautiful city with lots of old buildings and entirely every street in the city centre is cobblestoned. I enjoyed a very nice 3 euro bowl of spaghetti today, was very good value. I'm planning to cycle up to the North Sea in the next few days and also a day trip to Flanders Fields is on the cards.