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POLLUTING NEIGHBOURS SINCE 1985Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-91693039509101147002007-05-18T13:30:00.000Z2007-05-18T14:16:00.348Zhello:)Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1144686546171864622006-04-10T16:23:00.000Z2006-04-10T16:29:06.400ZNe mam co ?íctHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1130767320169452332005-10-31T13:58:00.000Z2005-10-31T14:02:00.180ZYes..............yes......................yes......................YES!!........................YES!!!.....................YES!!!!!!..................................................................oh, wait....................................................no.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1129730592142368592005-10-19T13:59:00.000Z2005-10-19T14:04:03.003ZHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1122044009552140532005-07-22T14:50:00.000Z2005-07-22T14:54:14.393Zi preface the proceeding with the following caveat: 'blogging still sucks ass'.i thank you.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1122043192433618932005-07-22T14:08:00.000Z2005-07-22T14:55:40.473Zsee ya round youz guys.3 months here went rather rapidly, all things considered.good to catch up with a lot of too-cool-for-old-skool bastads and nice to meet a few new ones. the pleasure has been mine. catching plane back to the northern land of yore in 4 hours.i leave armed with assorted soft toys and 3 pairs of jandals. and come for a visit when you can - and you can have the honour of buying Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1120156863536881112005-06-30T18:38:00.000Z2005-06-30T18:41:03.540Z*IT'S OFFICIAL:'blogging' sucks ass.*END TRANSMISSION*Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1119298194064208452005-06-20T20:09:00.000Z2005-06-20T20:09:54.063ZHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1118897540032359522005-06-16T04:51:00.000Z2005-06-16T04:52:20.036ZHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1118846194957248852005-06-15T14:34:00.000Z2005-06-15T14:36:34.960ZHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1118736504202290662005-06-14T08:04:00.000Z2005-06-14T13:12:03.043ZHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1115701856904708832005-05-10T05:06:00.000Z2005-05-10T05:10:56.906ZTomorrow I am going to have an operation in a hospital to stop my squiggly bits falling out of my tummy.Pictures at six.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1115641973437990362005-05-09T12:29:00.000Z2005-05-09T12:35:56.393ZpantiesHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1114701164675893892005-04-28T15:09:00.000Z2005-04-28T15:12:44.676ZHi!Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1110023886956725462005-03-05T11:53:00.000Z2005-03-05T12:02:18.676ZZima!!!The snow. The snow. When, oh when will it stop?The snow. The snow.Woah, just look.Just look at all the snow..Watch it drop and dropAnd.......drop.Plop plop.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1104262965569751642004-12-28T19:17:00.000Z2004-12-30T15:46:33.896ZDrive My Car into the Ocean
My first Czech Christmas was spent in the tiny alpine village of Slop, south of the German border (old-time Sudetenland). Actually me James T, Alanna and Jamie were rather too focussed on the red wine and guitar heroics in our small room that we entirely forgot that it was in fact Christmas day. Never-the-less, a celebration of Boxing Day morning readily ensued.
TheHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1103557187982487852004-12-20T15:34:00.000Z2004-12-20T15:43:05.106ZA Very Special Christmas Message (AKA: 'don't let the bells end'.)
Hello.
This is Hamish wishing everybody a very very Xmas and a new New Year.
xxx
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1100433908635818622004-11-14T13:03:00.000Z2004-11-14T12:05:08.636ZAh
Hmmmmmmm...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1097321626974147852004-10-09T11:31:00.000Z2004-10-09T11:38:26.760ZNewsflash.
It's official.
I am made, almost exclusively, out of wood.
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1096725200296377442004-10-02T13:49:00.000Z2004-10-02T13:59:41.250Z
See ya James yer bastard.
And see all you other buggers for New Years.
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1093129031895783012004-08-21T22:45:00.000Z2004-08-21T23:12:28.340Z"More?!!"
I made it into Polanski's Oliver Twist. It is rather a bit of fun. Am a posh top-hatted London gentleman who chases urchins and raggamuffins down the street whilst muttering, "I say!"
Will make full report from set when filming is over (or at least when my 5 seconds are done.)
Plus there's not much here at old faithful about it yet...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1092597189821372222004-08-15T19:03:00.000Z2004-08-15T19:21:17.790ZMy Foray into Hollywood Prague.
Managed to make it into the new Elijah Wood movie, Everything is Illuminated, last week. Stuck inside a 40-degree nightclub from 07:30 til 22:00, blazing strobe lights, dry ice up the shizznik, but hell - it was fun. Taller than Mr. Wood. Not taller than Liev Schrieber. I am part of 'Alex's' elite nightclub posse and general peripheral merrymaker.
Whilst 'the kidsHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1091022482766503192004-07-28T13:16:00.001Z2004-07-28T13:51:25.883ZDarts
Two weeks ago, I was at Wendy's place in Tlusticé (1/2-way bet. Prague & Plsen), as I am inclined to do from time to time 'cos it's nice. Hearing that I was a keen sports enthusiast, her parents invited me to enter a darts contest at one of the local country pubs. It was a typical old-fashioned, country hospoda, decorated with yester-year flotsam and jetsom. Very pleasant.
There were Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1090184146797971702004-07-18T19:49:00.000Z2004-07-18T20:55:46.796Z Second Death of the Wisdom Tooth
(Nic, this one's for you..)
This rather nasty experience happened about 2mths ago, but I still remember it well.
By the time my top right wisdom tooth had shattered away down to the gum, I was in a fair bit of pain. The day before I had my 'procedure', I did not eat, did not sleep, did not drink. Actually I did nothing much except cry like a little baby Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1088865080071386312004-07-03T14:12:00.000Z2004-07-03T14:57:41.730ZAnd Then
Tooth was butchered out of my mouth...
Played some music...
Still in Prague...
Older...
Residing in Mala Strana, which is this bit here...
Embracing my god-given talent for teaching...
Hatched plan with James and Jonny for me to become a Christian pop-folk singer. I think it's what the world is waiting for.
"Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be Hamish Kryst".. Behold.
Also doing some Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1087410436902128552004-06-16T18:26:00.000Z2004-06-16T18:31:30.073ZIt's Official
**************************** = My life so far..
Tomorrow, I add one more.
OLD
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1086802459625158462004-06-09T17:31:00.000Z2004-06-09T17:34:19.626ZPubic Service Announcement
Angelfire has bitten the dust. All is lost.
But a new email address comes to life:
emailhamish@gmail.com
Give it a go, you know you want to.
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1083679592375664892004-05-04T13:51:00.000Z2004-05-04T14:10:20.840ZToothness
...Went to a dentist this morning, but she apparently did not possess the advanced healing powers necessary to cure what ails me. "Ah, that is bad - you need a dental surgeon", she said. Wonderful.
Called the one she recommended, only to vaguely understand that I could not be seen at all 'til tomorrow - and even then surgery would not be a 100% certainty. In my best Czech (yikes..), I Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1083432277899435302004-05-01T16:45:00.000Z2004-05-01T18:06:05.590ZThe Two P's
It has started to rain heavily as I look out across Prague from the balcony window. My little pidgeon friends have covered up underneath the roof awnings and my human neighbours scramble to retreive their washing from the lines and close their windows. It's still springtime here, I guess - the weather still unpredictable. It's not cold though. Very peaceful and calming.
I didn't Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1082943880706273312004-04-26T01:08:00.000Z2004-04-26T01:48:45.966ZNow I Will Bore You
(1) Got home at 8 o'clock last morning (it is now 03:35 the next morning..I think), after a quiet lock-in with just Chrisy, me, Alesh and Bobo. We listened to Bill Hicks. Good. Read the latest Q that Chrisy gave me. Went to sleep. Dreamed of nice things. Got up, did not go to the pub, shaved but did not shower. Ate goulash, rice, eggs and soup. Drank Pilsner and smoked Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1082667709778673562004-04-22T20:46:00.000Z2004-04-22T21:15:24.810ZMy T-Shirts Smell of Nice Washing Liquid
I have been hired as The Ease's new bass player for their show next month. (No great shakes really, since both Jonny's bass guitar and me are left -handed ). Jonny will be on Irish bazouki and lead vox, with a cool dude from Israel on drums. Things are coming along well, I like bass but am unfortunately shit, but am learning. At the moment I just end up Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1082240409417767992004-04-17T22:14:00.000Z2004-04-17T22:44:47.920Z
Oh yes, RotK EE clocks in at a smashin' 4hrs10mins it seems. Corker!
Also have decided that I'm going to undertake a special Czech republic castle ruins expedition this summer. There are some splendid examples littering the land let me tell you. And the fact that I have my very own native guide to assist in my medieval explorations makes it an even sexier prospect. Bohemia-tastic, mates! ThisHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1082218222925839762004-04-17T15:22:00.000Z2004-04-17T16:14:17.530ZLet Me Fix My Weave
Since we last met, I have fallen out of the cradling embrace of Sweet Momma Zizkov by relocating to the slightly more gentrified realm of inner Vinohrady. Looking out my front door down the street to my left I see the National Muzeum which stands at the top of Wenceslas Square - Pragues main thoroughfare. Nice. To my right lies Reigrovy Sady - the large park/beer garden whichHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1080066480152650742004-03-23T18:28:00.000Z2004-03-23T18:38:21.750ZWhoar!
Friday - 1st anniversary of Blind Eye being officially open to the scum of Zizkov.
We will, we will rock the party.
Copious amounts of drugs, drink, dancing, dirrty sexness. Yeah sure....
King Vitamin (aka Jeremiah).
Live militant gay hardcore hip-hop.
Monkeys in cages.
Babies on spikes. (Maybe).
Come on over - should be a bit of alright..
Miriam just showed me a website of a friend Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1078945898864366782004-03-10T19:11:00.000Z2004-03-23T18:25:50.530Z >Then She Did..
I need a
And a .
And some
By God, I say.
And I want to Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1078944707056498002004-03-10T18:51:00.000Z2004-03-10T19:13:08.716ZMORE NEWS, MY GOD.
Looking for a new flat. Shouldn't be wasting time on blog, but..
Me and Irish Timmy found a possible new pad the other night after we had explored Vysehrad again. It is an old, abandoned 19th-century 6-floor apartment building in Nove Mesto.
Pros: Quiet neighbours (well, non-existant, really.)
Spacious living quarters (the choice of approx 200 rooms)
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1078430193339681362004-03-04T19:56:00.000Z2004-03-10T18:56:13.403ZBITS
We saw
Shadows of the morning light
Shadows of the evening sun
Till the shadows and the lights were one
Stay tuned for Blind Eye: The Documentary.
In production 2004.
Blah blah blah - de - blah blah. Hubbub, rhubarb, rhubarb, blah. Spam, eggs, bacon and spam..Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1077730194616345372004-02-25T17:29:00.000Z2004-02-25T17:45:25.153ZPublic Service Announcement
Good evening.
I have neglected to check email for about 2 months, and the old Angelfire 4mb capacity limit was completely spit-roasted.
Ergo, every email sent to me in this time would have been unknowingly returned to sender. Sorry about that to anyone out there who may have bothered. Do feel free to write however, 'cos I have managed to make enough space in the Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1071526326164756102003-12-15T22:12:00.000Z2003-12-15T22:18:58.606ZWhite Xmas
Yah, brothers Russ and James have departed for Xmas - James only for a couple of weeks, Russ for at least 2 months. .This makes me sad - but he shall return triumphant with great wads of cash I suspect.
Heh. speaking of returns, EVERYONE you could think of is coming back, or is back, in old Prague. Sweet.
Short list: Jan, Lara, Bob, Jussi, Hanna, Lori, Carrie, Marcus, Viki, Alanna, Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1070381414017697372003-12-02T16:10:00.000Z2003-12-02T16:11:54.513ZJames T knows where it is..
It looks like I am heading back to Slop for Xmas day. I mentioned that we went there last year and had fun and now a couple of friends would like to accompany me back this yuletide. Why not I say. A delightful liitle place. Only we did forget that it was Xmas Day until about eleven that night, I think..didn't matter though.
Wonder if the castle will be open this Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1070380363066189842003-12-02T15:52:00.000Z2003-12-02T15:53:38.060ZAh, It's Been A While
Just quickly, for the one or two of you out there who may feel the need to email me, (if the mood strikes ye), my Angelfire monkey was playing up again. I have given him a good old-fashioned thrashing and put him in a little box so he can't eat anymore of my precious incoming messages. (he believes them to be bananas.)
Or else send me a care package. My address is the sameHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1068915846046086452003-11-15T17:04:00.000Z2003-11-15T17:15:18.873ZPlease, Let Me be the First to Say:
BIG SUPER-FUCKING FUCK RAT SHIT FUCKS. FUCK..............................FUCK.
Even though I did a splendid job of making it through last night, events transpired to see that I did not make the game. I am glad..
Rugbyheaven(hell?).com told me all I needed to know. At least I only have a ruined evening to contend with and not the whole day. On days like Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1068844054255555192003-11-14T21:07:00.000Z2003-11-14T21:59:31.686ZONE WORD: BENDER
Just time to throw some words down quickly..have to stay up all night to catch the game at 10:00, and sitting at a computer does not interest me in the slightest right now.
Tak, yo..
Halloween was a raging success. We absolutely kicked ass and actually topped last year comfortably. The photos are coming. Not on this site of course, because I still live in the technological Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1067547911683399452003-10-30T21:05:00.000Z2003-10-30T21:57:59.373ZThird Blog of the Day Warning.
I'm sorry, this was a bare-assed lie.
There is in fact no Third Blog.
Instead, please feel free move directly down to the Second Blog and below to the First Blog and maybe even to the previously entitled Suede blog - or even the one before that. Or you may in fact just choose to relax in the gentleman's manner. Mmm, quite.
Thankyou.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1067547730057464142003-10-30T21:02:00.000Z2003-10-30T21:26:42.983ZSecond Blog of the Day Warning.
Well, things are still rocking along and tomorrow is Halloween here in Prague and we currently have five party options open for perusal. I can see us attempting to get a see-in at all of them, but most likely we will go and see Blaq Mummy - the maddest band in the city by a Golden Mile, but decent chaps to share a drink with none-the-less.
However there is the Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1067546141572404842003-10-30T20:35:00.000Z2003-11-14T20:58:53.700Z'Songs for Bedtime' (First Blog of the Muthafuckin' Day, Y'all)
I was just about to do the old write out some nice Nine Inch Nails song lyric thing here, but I thought better of it. Even though Trent writes some dynamite shit which I know I can relate to as much as anyone, here's The Laughing Gnome for you instead..
(By Mr. Bowie.)
Wasn't that grand?!!
I have taken that down now as it was aHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1067462925967762372003-10-29T21:28:00.000Z2003-10-29T21:38:50.280ZSuede
Things are good.
Prague at the moment is reminding me of the good old days when all the cool dudes and dudettes hung with us. Only now, there a few different faces in the crowd, but the vibe is back the same again. Nice. Lord, even Isi shook hands with Russ the other night for the first time ever. I think his words were something like: "Russ, you are giving out more positive energy Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1066852052067253252003-10-22T19:47:00.000Z2003-10-22T19:47:31.576ZBastards
Yesterday I went into town to buy a nice new coat. I found the perfect coat in one of the myriad second hand boutiques for roughly 500kc. It was a brown leather half-length overcoat with a big collar and hell I liked it. And it was warm too.
Trouble is, at the Blind Eye last night some FUCK stole it straight from our booth. Fate eh? Nothing ever gets stolen from the bar - and if youHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1066680260182738002003-10-20T20:04:00.000Z2003-10-20T20:04:46.230ZA Cold Wind Is Gonna Blow
Winter is closing in - I can feel it in my bones...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1066157746253091702003-10-14T18:55:00.000Z2003-10-14T18:58:16.720ZZizkov Underground Massive Go Electric
This afternoon I went down the road a bit to my Irish friend johnny's new recording studio and had a jam. Which was good. James E's mate over from England this week came along and showed himself to be a splendid drummer. Johnny played some sort of dazzling Irish bazouki thang with an effects bank attached and I plugged along on the funky bass - (left Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1065891769249173962003-10-11T17:02:00.000Z2003-10-11T17:36:32.716ZFace in the Sand
Hello. I've been back in Prague for the last two weeks as some of you know. This really is my second home and it becomes harder to leave every time. The happiest and saddest of memories are all here in one place.
I'll be heading back to fucking London to earn more fucking money very, very soon. Don't want to...
(Don't get me wrong, I think London's a fantastic town, just don't Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1063293342008466742003-09-11T15:12:00.000Z2003-09-11T15:16:45.690ZAhem
Hello. Just a quick one from here in Huntingdon, home of Cromwell.
Yes, I am alive. No, no drug trials (only self-inflicted ones); and no - I'm not a goat.
Ben and the Avon - two things that go together well. Nice one lad!Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1059557831008898752003-07-30T09:37:00.000Z2003-07-30T09:37:10.883ZIntroduce Me to Gladstone
I am back in London it seems. Holland was a bit of a financial disaster really. I hope my luck is about to change.
I guess it's good old medical trials for Hamish then...(you never know, the drugs i eat may give me a nifty superpower...)Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-1057255001622869752003-07-03T17:56:00.000Z2003-07-30T09:37:49.466ZWhack My Bonobo
Okay.
Tomorrow I will go to Holland and pick tulips. And maybe some strawberries.
Then back in a month or so.
Cool!Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-958995212003-06-21T20:07:00.000Z2003-06-21T20:07:07.240Z
Drugs Are Good. You Know This to be True.
Well, well, well. The Chateau is no more. This saddens me deeply. It kind of reminds me of the first episode of the Young Ones where they find out that their place is marked for demolition. Nic - I think you should do a Ric and crucify yourself on the front door so noone else can move in. Or at least get Ben to put another hole in the wall for old Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-952521462003-06-03T20:24:00.000Z2003-06-03T20:26:08.000ZWhy I should be at the Blind Eye right now drinking myself into disrepair and not blogging, by H.T. Bryce, esq.
....................................
Part One next month.
P.S. Benj, that there down below is a blog of great glory. You can't deny it!
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-949519162003-05-27T19:03:00.000Z2003-05-27T19:03:39.083Z
*
Mmmm, flooble...Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-945346082003-05-18T13:24:00.000Z2003-05-18T13:24:45.283Z
serighkjfvbkeh
Bla.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-925789942003-04-14T12:43:00.000Z2003-04-14T12:43:55.466Z
Waste Of Toothpaste
.......I just spent the last 40 minutes writing about a trip to a 14th century castle and finding pictures of it on the internet etc, and what do I do? Wipe the whole fucking lot.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-924218962003-04-11T11:57:00.000Z2003-04-14T12:03:17.000Z
Guff
I have had a cellular telephone in full operation for some time now in Czech. So I'll give the Chateau a ring sometime soon. Most likely whenever the next party is in full flight.
It will be good to catch up wit da homies.
Righto, off to look for a flat! Yee-haa. Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-924217762003-04-11T11:54:00.000Z2003-04-11T12:09:01.000ZYou know it...
I did promise a full review of the Supergrass concert, but a helluva lot has happened since then. I will endeavour to collect my thoughts and apply them to the blog soon.
Which reminds me....where have all my archives gone?? I can't seem to find anything except one that just says 'I want cookie' from February. Give me answers. Have they gone away like cowboys of lore??
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-924216732003-04-11T11:50:00.000Z2003-04-11T12:00:32.000Z
A New Era Beckons
Last night at the Blind Eye Videokafe, we bade farewell to the Praha Massive for the last time. It no longer exists. In its place however - rising from the ashes - is a new entity. Bold. Virile. Sexy...
Ladies and gentilemen, bow your heads in reverence:
The ZIZKOV MASSIVE is here!!!
Word.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-919812332003-04-04T13:55:00.000Z2003-04-04T13:55:49.046Z
For All the Cows:
'Moving, just keep moving/ Well I don't know who I am
No need to follow/ There's no way back again
So I'll keep moving/ Keep on moving
Where I feel I'm home again
And when it's over..
I'll see you all again'
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-919168282003-04-03T15:05:00.000Z2003-04-11T11:52:46.000Z
Crikey!..
I think that my brain needs to be taken out of my skull and given a nice wash in warm water.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-919161172003-04-03T14:52:00.000Z2003-04-04T13:48:08.000ZSubterranean Illegal Alien
I just realised a few weeks back that I am massively overstaying any sort of visa I may or may not have here in Czech. Looks like I'll be here for summer...! Then we will see what happens. I don't fancy braving another Prague winter though, oh no. If I could I would jet over to Italy and see what Jimmy T is up to. Then maybe hide out on a Greek island - maybe Rhodes, Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-919128712003-04-03T13:52:00.000Z2003-04-04T13:41:42.000ZStrange Ones
Locked in a cell,
Feeling unwell,
I talked to a man,
He said, "It's better to tell."
"Who sold you the blow?"
Well it was no-one I know.
"If only you'd tell us, we'd let you go."
"We'll make it hard for you my son, so tell us what you know."
"We'll make you wish you stayed home tonight."
Well tonight, I am going out, 'cos I'm alright. The Supergroove, (ah..sorry) - Supergrass have Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-918434602003-04-02T14:14:00.000Z2003-04-02T14:35:56.000Z
A Message of Hope
Brothers and sisters.
Please open your hearts and send all you can to the following address:
'Save Ferriss Bueller Foundation for Fallen Men'
c/o Rev.H.T.Bryce,
Clown and Bard Hostel,
Borivojova 102, Prague 3,
Zizkov,
Praha.
All donations accepted. (Money, food, drugs, pieces of old rope, budgies, etc.)
Please, give today.
Thanking you all in advance,
Amen.
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-894445842003-02-20T18:03:00.000Z2003-04-02T14:13:25.000Z
LADY'S BRIEFS
I went to an anti-war rally last week. Yep, seems the thing to do nowdays...
It was organised by the local Commie Party. We walked around a bit in the freezing cold and some people chanted some pretty shitty anti-everything slogans that did not translate well in English. One of the most 'popular' chants was entitled"We all live in a terrorist regime"- sung to the tune of Yelloe Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-888534682003-02-10T15:27:00.000Z2003-02-10T15:30:50.000Z
I'M HUNGRY
I want cookie.Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-887566022003-02-08T15:03:00.000Z2003-02-08T15:25:56.000Z
IT'S A LIFE LESS ORDINARY FOLKS
In the past few days, me, myself, Irene, Flip, Squinty, Ginger, Biggles, Ju-Ju, Ngwee Wimpole, Koo, Fang, Swifty, Chopper, Lady Spon and Bob the Mongoose, have decided to make more of a concerted effort to get to know our own neighborhood a little better.
I live in the manky, partially run-down, yet totally charming area generally known as Zizkov, in Prague 3Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-884722782003-02-03T14:19:00.000Z2003-02-03T15:12:12.000Z"WHAT, YOU THINK I'M FUNNY??! FRIGGIN' CLOWN FUNNY!!??"
hey, what the fuck happened to the band idea dude, and where did i get all this money?.. {What friggin' money..??}
{EDITOR'S NOTE: The words above are not mine, but Chandler's. Chandler Stewart: ex L.A. real estate agent-Nicholas Cage lookalike-long-term Clown and Bard dwelling-lady's-man-player-and general good-guy-par-excellance.}
WeHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-878481322003-01-22T17:00:00.000Z2003-01-22T17:00:38.076Z
I RETURN TO YOU NOW AT THE TURN OF THE TIDE
Okay, it seems that I have exactly ten minutes left here at the Charles University internet room.
I will use it wisely.
So far, me and Chandler have seen TTT twice. Let's just say that I like it quite a bit, mm'kay?
However, last night's second viewing was horribly interupted by the film jumping around the screen so badly that half the audience Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-873618532003-01-13T17:49:00.000Z2003-01-13T17:49:12.993Z
PRAHA MASSIVE
Life is currently beautiful.
The only bad thing about it is that I have a bit of a cold.
Thatœ all.
It seems James's blog is far more interesting at the moment. Not to say that I don't have anything of interest to report, but I just can't think where to start at the moment. One day I will.
Oh - Chateau-ers (Nic, Teens, Ad-Rock, Heidi, Lis) - expect a pre-Xmas era postcard in theHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-866279432002-12-28T16:50:00.000Z2002-12-28T16:54:30.000Z
IT'S BEEN A WHILE
Howdy everyone.
Just briefly:
I am going to stay in Prague for the next few months now it seems. It is good here, but still no warmer. I have only just recovered from my stomach-flu illness.
In other news, I almost got killed four times the other night whilst out on the town. It had rained briefly, and the freezing cold turned the rain to deadly black ice which covered Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-859073632002-12-12T19:32:00.000Z2002-12-12T20:33:39.000ZKILLING IN THE NAME
Dateline The Front Room,last week.
Louis nearly killed Len. (Israeli choking death-grip).
Darren wanted to kill Louis. (Frying pan/spirit-level).
Darren really wanted to - and almost did - kill James, not the T. (Headbutts/kicks/throwing out window, etc).
All ¡good. If nöthing else, it was great entertainment...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-855480532002-12-05T18:17:00.000Z2002-12-12T19:18:26.000Z
A QUICK ONE WHILE HE'S AWAY
Tomorrow's theme will be murder. Or rather, attempted murder...
Also, can I just say how much I am looking forward to The Two Towers? I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really am.
If you feel so inclined, get yer hands on the latest (English) Empire TTT Collectors Edition, like THIS one. It is very coolHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-854878632002-12-04T16:34:00.000Z2002-12-04T16:41:27.000Z
PRAGUE - GET SOME
From this Monday, expletivedeleted will be coming to you live from sexy Eastern Europe.
As will, for a time the Penultimate Frontier.
20p per pint of cold, fresh, tasty Czech beer. Oh yes.
Read constant updates of my (most likely poor) attempts to blag my way into a Hollywood blockbuster:
"Experience? Oh yes, yes. I was in Lord of the Rings - that's right, always the third Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-854872912002-12-04T16:20:00.000Z2002-12-04T16:20:25.686Z
I AM BUNGLE
...James and I are sitting in the cafe next door minding our own business, me for one, nursing a squibbly(tm) tummy from the night before. A woman walks over to us and asks if we wouldn't both mind accompanying her to a hen's night at a bar down the road. It seems that it was her 'dare', or some sort of nonsense, to get a couple of dead-sexy lads to come and join in the party. In Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-854853842002-12-04T15:37:00.000Z2002-12-04T16:24:28.000ZHEY, LET'S DO IT...
Right, here we are: Just dumbass me, a toilet, 10-12 mean-looking bhutos, and uneasy silence.
After the pleasant realisation that I was indeed on my own, I also realised that the man was not here either. Damn. As a firm believer of discretion being the better part of valour, I backed up swift like and high-tailed it back to where I had met the man. Here I found Darren Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-853859772002-12-02T17:53:00.000Z2002-12-04T15:06:32.000ZWEEKEND - THE ONE THAT i VAGUELY REMEMBER
Friday night. Ah, dirty old Friday night..
If I was a working man, I'd love you like you were a dirty, working woman.
Yes I would.
Anyway, Friday night saw me, James T. and 'Dazza' head out for some fun. The night started off with a few quiets at a couple of local Clapham establishments, where Darren succeeded in destroying any chance me or James mayHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-852602012002-11-29T17:26:00.000Z2002-11-29T17:50:49.000Z
DOWN RODEO
It seems that I will be going out on the town tonight. And I will go and see a band tomorrow night. I will not, however, be watching seven-and-a-half-hours of War and Peace on Sunday - even thought James T says it is good value at just over £1 an hour...
Load up on guns, bring your friends, it's fun to lose and to pretend.
I'm sure I'll have something more worthwhile to write by Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-852599522002-11-29T17:20:00.000Z2002-11-29T18:06:48.000ZOF NOTHING FOR NOBODY ANYWHERE AROUND HERE ANYMORE
Went to see Charlie and Sarah in Wimbledon (small bear-like creatures abound here) last night, which was very nice. Always good to catch up and reminisce about the old days and swap war stories. It really is good to see some familiar faces once in a while, I can tell you. I would have liked to tarry there a while longer.
After bidding my hosts Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-851731982002-11-27T18:48:00.000Z2002-11-29T17:27:21.000Z
CITIZEN ERASED
It has been my humble opinion for quite some time now, that MUSE are the sinlge most exciting, genuine, rock'n'roll talent playing this side of the Milky Way. The second disc of Hullabaloo, recorded live at Le Zenith in Paris, is further testament to their amazing abilities. Go forth and let there be rock, goddammit!!!
(P.S. The 'D' also make non-stop folk-metal-rocking possibleHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-851154682002-11-26T17:00:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:20:36.000Z
YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt so well
[nothing else is right]
Pain...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-851148882002-11-26T16:47:00.000Z2002-11-26T16:57:52.000ZMilk and Cookies
Today, the Zinc Wang Award is jointly awarded to the following :
*Teena - for a very well-fought, well-taught Honours victory. Hurrah!! Go to the top of the class, young lady.
*Adam, son of Adam - for finally getting his masterful erotic treatise: Dolphins and the Art of Underwater Love published.
(I am sure that a career as a meticulous, but frustrated, purveyor of quality Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-851141492002-11-26T16:30:00.000Z2002-11-26T16:37:14.000Z A Pledge
'I, Yngwee L. Nebucadnezzar, being of sound mind and monkey, hereby agree to write one song per day for the next 30 (thirty) days.
I will, in the words of the Tenacious D, Rock your Socks (off).'
Amen to that.
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-851116132002-11-26T15:33:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:05:17.000Z'RAIN DOWN, RAIN DOWN ON ME...FROM A GREAT HEIGHT, FROM A GREAT HEIGHT'
Okay, this isn't nice.
Last night, after James and I successfully defused a potentially fatal boil-over between Darren and Louis, we decided to go downstairs to the bar with Darren and have a few drinks to cool things off. (To be honest, a drink was the last thing Darren needed, but it was neccessary to separate the both Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-850659962002-11-25T18:44:00.000Z2002-11-25T18:44:02.810ZTime for tea...
"Well tonight Matthew, I'm going to be a bowl of chicken soup, accompanied with some cheese and a loaf of bread."
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-850635832002-11-25T17:51:00.000Z2002-11-25T18:35:02.000Z"GOODNESS ME, WHAT AN UNSIGHTLY LOOKING SPLEEN...TAKE OVER NURSE.."
There's this surgeon-dude, right? A guy called Professor Gunther Von Hagen or something - you may have heard of him. His is an eccentric. He wears a big wide-brimmed black hat. He makes a living out of plasticising dead bodies, arranging them in all manner of macabre ways and shapes and sticking them in art galleries for poeple Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-849370432002-11-22T19:33:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:26:58.000Z
BOND-WANG
Saw it day b4 yesterday. Action aplenty. Cool fight scenes, car chases, sexy Bond Beyotches. Yeah.
Ah yes, also went to see Westminster Abbey too. Very lovely. Not every day you get to see the final resting place of Queen Elizabeth Mk1. (Mary Q of S was there as well - but over the way a bit..)
One thing I did notice though...several of the earlier monachs interred at the Abbey seem Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-849323402002-11-22T17:45:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:29:05.000Z
EVERYBODY'S GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE EXCEPT ME AND MY MONKEY
Today I got up, eventually, and....no wait, let's back up a day or two.
This is a journal godammit...must apply myself..
As you may have read on the Penultimate Frontier I have been staying at The Front Room in Clapham with James T for the last few days. It is a fine place of lodging for several reasons. (a) It is situated above TheHamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-847739092002-11-19T19:07:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:26:28.000Z
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS ZDENKA METALAK?
Hello everybody. Glad you could make it. Just a brief first 'real' entry here tonight. This is what I am going to do. I'm going to go to Prague. Once there, I will lose myself in drink and music. Please dear reader, don't wait up. I may be some time...
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-843698222002-11-11T17:20:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:30:05.000Z
GIVE BABY BUDDAH HIS BOTTLE OF BOURBON
COUNTDOWN TO BLOG LOVIN' HAS BEGUN. ALMOST THERE. WHAT'S THE HOLDUP? WHAT'S THE STORY? WHAT'S THE DEAL? WHAT'S MY NAME? WHAT'S THE SCORE? WHERE'S THE BEEF? WHO'S YER DADDY? HUH?!! HEY, WHY ARE YOU READING THIS?!!??
Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910734.post-839218812002-11-02T16:06:00.000Z2002-11-26T17:31:13.000Z
TEST MEAT
monkey faced goat cheesed stoat wrangler - I'll 'ave ya, sonny!Hamishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00242565818350401500noreply@blogger.com0