Most people who know me, when questioned, would say that my wardrobe consists mainly of green clothes. I won't deny it, it's true. Recently, a friend told me that he thought of me when walking past a shop that had green clothes in the window. You get the drift, I'm a green freak. It brings out the colour in my eyes ( Read more... )

Oh, sweet sweet justice, how I love your face.=> I teach French on Pařižska ul. in Prague, the fanciest, most ridiculously up-market excuse for a street you could imagine: think Chanel, D&G and Overpriced Italian Icecream, and you're there. Today, on my way to work, I passed a group of burly tree-fellers, doing their tree-felling thing. The tree ( Read more... )

Without wishing to alarm anyone, it has come to my attention that I ate well over 20 mangoes during the 4 weeks I was in Australia. It's true.

At least 20, and for once that's not a ridiculous exaggeration. (Why, oh Why, does the story of "The boy who cried wolf" come flashing before my eyes?? Make it go away!)

I am Beta-Carotene personified.Or ( Read more... )

I have one worrying thing to say:=> Today, whilst eating my lunch, I was watching a Czech kids' gameshow, and was horrified to hear that when the contestants were asked who was the Australian head of state, ALL OF THEM answered the American president. Now I'm not one to read too much into things, but I do believe that is a sign of Australia's ( Read more... )

( snaps to praha xx )

You learn new things when you wake up at 6:30am and have breakfast on a sunny summer morning in Canberra. You really do.

This morning's discovery involved a piece of bread, a toaster and the gooey produce of bees => Eating a piece of toast with way too much honey on it is really a far more demanding experience than that required by most other ( Read more... )

This is what I see when I look out my bedroom window:


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So today, for one reason or another, I decided to go to the big Tesco supermarket at Nový Smichov Shopping Centre, which is a massive, soulless, capitalist, festering cesspool. And that's on a good day.

There was some method in my madness: I thought to myself, I did I did, "why always go to the Tesco at Narodní Třida, where agressive geriatrics ( Read more... )

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! After 20 long years of existence, I have finally worked out who, or more precisely, what I am.

[Interlude]

*reader nudges other reader*
- "Oooh, allo allo, this shoul' be good, shoouln'it Bert!"
- "My oath it will, Alf. 'Oive been wonderin' for ayges 'oo the bleedin' hell this sheila is" *

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I am a finely ( Read more... )

One of my language students asked me yesterday what the purpose of the "Present Perfect Continuous" in English was.

Uhm.

I haven't got a bleeding clue, frankly. Not too sure I even know what the damn thing IS. Does this make me a bad person ( Read more... )