Fresh from Today.. New artwork

I spent a lazy day making artwork today on a day off.. Fun was had by all involved.

Who wouldve thought i could have a productive day like this? Crazy

Yeah so not all of em were from today. it was a productive weekend as a whole.

1. View from my kitchen window
2. Back wall goodness
3. Danni from Coventry
4. Sam from Manchester and Becky from London
5. Brown paper packaging
6. Sofia for a courtyard

Do it. More soon.

Hola Senor Tres!

So i started a blog a couple of weeks ago, but soon reaised i had nothing to write about.  But since then, i’ve been travelling, got a new job, and snuck a card up my sleeve..

So as for the travelling part, i went from Vienna to Berlin, via Ceske Krumlov, Prague, Kraj Liberic and Dresden. I flew into Vienna for a week and hung out with my housie Judith and another friend Niki (ps thanks again for putting me up!) and went on a tour of Viennese late night sausage stands.. Then it started getting funny. I caught a train across the border into Ceske and had a fairly drunken may day, when it dawned on me to never listen to my mate Danny ever again. That idiot i was going to meet up with in Prague said when we were organising the trip that there was no need to book accommodation, and we’d sort it out on the day.  Yeah good one Susan..

So come Prague, there’s absoluteley no accommodation at all, being the may day holiday and all.. Shit.  Lucky we could drink in Prague for sweet fuck all. Brahnik’s 9 koruna anyone? (ps 1 pound gets you 32 koruna. fuck yeah) So we end up drinking all night and then going to a titty bar til the early hours and then slept in a park. Great start to Czech..  

Then we decided to travel north to Kraj Liberic, a province of Czech.. Yeah, turns out to be a shithole.. But on a night out in Liberic, we wondered round trying to find bars (who would’ve thought in the magical beer land?) but after getting pretty loaded I found a burger place on the side of the road (bad idea) and Danny saw there was a bar next to it..  So we walk in, and it turns out to be a Gypsy bar. It was tense, until Danny ended up chatting with the owner and it just ended up being a laugh.

Next day, 3 trains to various small Czech towns, we decided to just go to Dresden, which turns out to be the best idea we could’ve made. It turns out that in Germany, people are much more helpful when you just rock up without booking accomodation, so after checking a tinternet cafe for local hostels, we started walking to one of them, which was full. After hearing that a million times in Czech, we started to walk out, but the girl at reception told us to wait, and did a ring around, and told us to go to another one, which may have had a no show. (it was still may day weekend, and it seemed every hostel was booked) We went there and were told to come back at 11 when it was the earliest they could give away the booked room..  So 2 beers later we went back to some bad news.. I was gearing up to sleep in a park again, but the second reception girl called around, and we were in luck..  not just any luck, hostel on a boat luck.. Fuck yeah.  It also turns out that there are an infinite amount of bars that are open compared to the north of Cesky.. But it also turns out that dodgy burgers make you really sick.  And by 12 i was feeling it. Shit.

Next day, i’ve recovered, ate a massive breakfast, and then went to the Bahnhof to go to Berlin. Now i’ve heard good things about Berin, but i didn’t realise how fun it would be.  Me and Danny wanted to get tattoos, and get really drunk. Standard really.. By this stage, we learnt quick smart and had booked accomodation beforehand.. Sunday night, Berlin. The stage was set.

I picked up one of those boggo tourist maps at the hostel, and it seemed alright, because at least it had a few tattoo shops on there. It also made mention of a bar called Wild at Heart, so i decided that at least it would be a decent start..  turns out we didnt really need to leave. After a pint there, we went on a tour of offies around the area, which all seemed to have tables and chairs out the front, and then came back for a descent into chaos.. Now if you know me, you’d preobably know that i dont really like punk..  But Danny and his flouro pink mohawk does, which made it pretty funny, because en route to Prague, he’d bought Stone Cold’s biography, which both of us had read by the time we got to Berin.  Which also made us think we were top flight wrestling superstars. It was also funny when Danny was skanking away to this band on stage, I came seemingly out of nowhere, and BAM! DDT. It was on..  turns out also that i make a great heel.. everyone watching the band hated me. It was awesome. That was pretty much the tone of the 3 days in Berlin.  En route back to the hostel, we discovered Schawarma..  MY GOD.

Back in London, weeks earlier, i got supremely drunk drinking double scotch on a friday night, and berated a regular, who’s one of the head chefs around the corner from the pub i worked at.. I kept asking him for a job, something i have complete memory loss of. Turns out he could remember and got me a job.. Farken hilarious.  So now im working as a chef in this really nice kitchen. Result.

As for a card up my sleeve, check it out. Its for my kids back home. taking one for the team. I was ging to keep it secret, but i couldnt help myself.