A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?
I’ll try to make this my last German-bashing post for a while…i said ‘try’ peoples…So me and a friend got drunk in a certain Irish pub one time while he was going through a bit of a rough patch. In the course of venting, we decided to write down our frustrations on the backs of these free post card things for posterity. I now bring you, the aforementioned venting cards. I believe the premise was a collection of things pissing us off at the time…
"Could you tell me one thing you'll remember about me?"
"Can't escape from the common rule...if you hate something don't you do it too!"
"Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your fucking throat away. But it will end no other way. It will end no other way!"
"I am Antipop...I'll run against the grain till the day I drop."
