In the words of The Cranberries; "Everybody Else is Doing it So Why Can't We?"
I am officially unemployed, Charlotte is doing a stirling job of disguising her teacher status (read in to this what you will), and lastnight we were officially homeless...time to make like a hobo, Euro-stylee!
Two tramps, namely the disheveled and beer scented Lionya Bench, and her companion, the moth eaten, nesty headed Robyn Binz, contemplate the street of Prague at 11am, lives slung over their shoulders. Lastnight's busking attempts proved unprofitable- the Czechs were non-too appreciative of the brilliance of the Take That medley (they will never integrate fully into European culture at this rate).
A few Krona rattling around in their grubby pockets they seek out cheap eats. The street cleaners have just done their daily rounds so bin rooting is a little slow today. A sports bar with images of gentitalia identifying the relevant toilet will do nicely. Better wrap up half of the grub for later- never know when the next tourist waste treasure will pop up. The sun is beating down and not wanting to offend their only friend further with their respective body odours, the girls opt for an afternoon of bench snoozing in the park. A thoughtful dog owner sends his canine sidekick over to relieve himself near their feet- they were filthy after all... sweaty having endured the midday sun, Lionya and Robyn swap ideas for how to freshen up for the evening. Lionya suggests washing in the fountain on Wenceslas Square. Robyn points out that this may be somewhat undignified given the tourist crowds.
"Yes, you're right, we don't want noone thinkin weez some sort o' scrubulikers",
Then...an epiphany...
"The Czechs pour beers with foamy heads bigger than the Jackson Fives', lets get a beer and have a wash in that!",
"Faaabulous idea Lionya, we will smell great- all the top perfume houses use alcohol in their scents- and then we can drink the remains woop woop!".
So off they go.
Well oiled and refreshed they head off to the train station for some late night action. Things were disappointingly slow for a Tuesday.
"I know, why don't we jump the overnight train to Budapest, it's well dead and this place smells funny anyway..."
I am officially unemployed, Charlotte is doing a stirling job of disguising her teacher status (read in to this what you will), and lastnight we were officially homeless...time to make like a hobo, Euro-stylee!
Two tramps, namely the disheveled and beer scented Lionya Bench, and her companion, the moth eaten, nesty headed Robyn Binz, contemplate the street of Prague at 11am, lives slung over their shoulders. Lastnight's busking attempts proved unprofitable- the Czechs were non-too appreciative of the brilliance of the Take That medley (they will never integrate fully into European culture at this rate).
A few Krona rattling around in their grubby pockets they seek out cheap eats. The street cleaners have just done their daily rounds so bin rooting is a little slow today. A sports bar with images of gentitalia identifying the relevant toilet will do nicely. Better wrap up half of the grub for later- never know when the next tourist waste treasure will pop up. The sun is beating down and not wanting to offend their only friend further with their respective body odours, the girls opt for an afternoon of bench snoozing in the park. A thoughtful dog owner sends his canine sidekick over to relieve himself near their feet- they were filthy after all... sweaty having endured the midday sun, Lionya and Robyn swap ideas for how to freshen up for the evening. Lionya suggests washing in the fountain on Wenceslas Square. Robyn points out that this may be somewhat undignified given the tourist crowds.
"Yes, you're right, we don't want noone thinkin weez some sort o' scrubulikers",
Then...an epiphany...
"The Czechs pour beers with foamy heads bigger than the Jackson Fives', lets get a beer and have a wash in that!",
"Faaabulous idea Lionya, we will smell great- all the top perfume houses use alcohol in their scents- and then we can drink the remains woop woop!".
So off they go.
Well oiled and refreshed they head off to the train station for some late night action. Things were disappointingly slow for a Tuesday.
"I know, why don't we jump the overnight train to Budapest, it's well dead and this place smells funny anyway..."
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I love your alter egos. Did you leave them in |Prague or take them further into Budapest.
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