A Quest For The Hoover
I've been sent home from work on Thursday, as getting soaked in the rain on Tuesday once again proved fatal for my immunity (hello cold sore my old friend, you have NOT BEEN MISSED). This coming weekend is all about finding a balance in between celebrating OUR TWO
New Home
> Same weirdos, new home. If home is where the heart is, we should be fine. God help the neighbours. New Home [https://vimeo.com/215657311] from Jakub Vítek [https://vimeo.com/londonbambi] on Vimeo [https://vimeo.com].
Driving Miss Mimi
There're some undeniable perks of having a teenager to take care of. A) it's a her. A female. So no endless wanking into every available piece of clothing that's within the reach, and no aggravated body odour. B) This species can sleep, man! With
Christmas Against Humanity
The 2nd edition of an improvised Christmas tree (this time around using a ladder), and keeping a tradition of adding one new stolen decoration. Much to my shame, this year I've stolen one from a Christmas tree at my beloved Candid Cafe on the same day that the
Frenching Around
> "Voozave bian eleve votrrrrrr fis! Tulemondladorrre alondr!" We are standing on the Levis shop floor in Poitiers, France, and just like that - with a phrase crafted for me by my friend Ola and to a delight of my fellow-commuters BILLION-times repeated out loud on various commutes
Sexiness and shredded cats
(this post is most definitely not suitable for vegans*)# *lots of animals die, albeit except one, none ends up as a source of nourishment Let me ponder for a while the similar ways my family fails in life, stretching from attempts on sauciness to pets being annihilated. I had my
Mum+Dad-Me
I've been living in London these past 6 years, my parents in Czech, deep in the countryside. I don't see them too often. That way, to me, their aging comes in this leaps, jump cuts to use the editing lingo. I remember the first time they
The art of being lazy (and **cking owning it)
October 16 marks the international World Spine Day. This years theme is 'Straighten up and Move'. To mark this special occasion I did exactly the opposite and ended up walking out with a spine actually aching from spending the Sunday mostly in bed. But I proudly proclaim here
Oh Wonder(ous times)
It was just about a week after I've turned thirty. Away from my family (including the family of friends I've spent the biggest chunk of my twenties and immigration experience with, and then lost to a divorce and a life re-shuffle), but surrounded by a completely
Parenting
> Except for that one infamous year of my teenage rebellion, my relationship with mum and dad has always been bulletproof. When I was eighteen, my brother killed himself. And with every such deep reaching tragedy, it changes you, it shakes up your world and beliefs. Maybe (and it may
The P(l)easant Life
A quick trip to Prague before embarking on a crazy road trip in Austrian mountains. Walking around in skimpy shorts, having some ice cream (cause I'm a summer stereotype) even though it always makes me sick. Picking up a beautiful rubber bracelet from the dirt of the street
Picnic Season Unlocked
The picnic season unlocked, bonus frostbites and deer poo, but overall a great Sunday in Richmond with what's admittedly the most delicious scones in London (courtesy of the Pembroke Lodge). Finally, after parting our ways for a little bit with an amazing concert of Christine and the Queens
