Olympic spirits

First I have mistaken Kenneth Branagh for Mandy Patinkin and actually (pleased with my observa­tional skills) said it out loud watching the ceremony with my British friends, and then of course the long awaited Czech Olympic Team came in wearing blue f*cking wellies.. Me entering the realm of

When in Venice

> First installment in our new series of lightening fast holiday - 2 days in Venice on budget with sunburn, pasta, red wine, sea, getting lost trillion times and tricking our brains into thinking we had a proper fulltime holiday. When in Venice [http://vimeo.com/50199938] from Jakub Vítek

Venice snapshot

> 17th July, 2012..Venice, on the boat to Lido beach

Venice Report 16th - 18th July

London is like a pot of glue. It will lure you in with the promise of colourful and multicultural life full of opportunities and excitement, only to trap you in the fast paced expensive working life, where no one has the will and mood to hook up with friends when

Locked Away

> ..alone in the Battersea Studios going mad, have to stay until the pre recorded show is exported and delivered so my producer could safely leave for her holiday...

Quiff fail

For the first time in months, struck by the heat wave swooshing over London (I mean the temperatures of this magnitude is probably even against the law over here, not approved by the monarch) I did not put any hair products in my hair to style it up.. One customer

Westow

In love with my bouncy airmchair at Westow House Pub, Crystal Palace

Are You a Slave of Co(o)kery?

Yesterday, in the academic discourse with a fellow professor of the SHB (science of the humanity bizarre), Tereza Semotamova, we plunged into the subject of domestic cookery and catering. I observe it from the outside for many years now, watching my female friends, housemates, mothers and other female species in

Coconut Pecan Delight!!!

The baking frenzy is still on!!! I woke up one day with a clear vision of ground-breaking coconut and pecan cake, alas the all-knowing Google revealed I wasn’t by far the first one to come up with this idea. However once the idea was planted and the salivas dribbling

Reconciliations

Alone

> Alone these Saturday nights, peaking of the window at the world out there which has you in it, chewing on all the things untold and questions not answered. There is a starring hungry emptiness on your side of the bed, awfully unresponsive. Falling asleep with this monster in our