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It's approaching 35 degrees here. It be hot, it be sunny, it be lovely, and I be in a computer room. Whatever. It also be packed to the brims with tourists. There were so many stag parties at the weekend. It's amazing how easy it is to spot the nationality, especially Brits and italians. Italian guys tend to have some sort of ex-beckham-esque haircut, massive, massive, huge, sunglasses which literally obscure half their faces, and Levi's anti-fit jeans. Brits in stag parties, however, have got to be THE most obvious group there could ever be. Usually there are about 10 of them, and a bizarre mix of ages, because the young guys are there, plus assorted uncles, fathers, people they call uncle but aren't and all the rest of it. Matching T-shirts with "witty" names on the back seem to be a must, as are shaved heads. Honestly, I hadn't really noticed it before, but there are so many Brits with shaved heads and practically no-one else. They look like hooligans, and a lot of them probably are in real life but are on holiday. Usually there are at least a few who are on the rather chunky side too. Oh yeah, and you can't have a guidebook or a sweatshirt, or speak any of the language, and you have to sing loudly after a few beers. And unfortunately for the poor Czech waitresses, generally they have accents incomprehensible even to many native speakers. Anne yesterday said to me "Where were they from? That was the funniest accent I've ever heard" (I think they were from Wigan or something, probably).
Anyway, that's about it. So, have fun, homies.
Anyway, that's about it. So, have fun, homies.