For some, Prague is the new ‘between the wars’ Paris, a place for would-be Steinbecks or Fitzgeralds or Hemingways to be literary poseurs.  It is also an infamous location for stag parties: pissed-up Brits who attack defenceless telephone boxes...

I’m going to break another rather long silence by telling you all about my Friday evening.  It was magical.  It involved listening to an indie-folk songstress called Mariee Sioux and bald-headed man with a beard from Appalachia Matt Bauer sing...

'No, I am no Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be...' There has been another long silence. Since my last post, we seem to have skipped autumn and slid directly into the beginning of winter. I haven’t been out in the elements much though and have instead...

After tackling the serious topic of the Czechs and racism, I thought I’d move onto more neutral territory: the weather. Today it is gloriously sunny in Prague. There has been a distinct lack of cold or rain despite the fact that we’re nearing the end...

*** I didn’t want to write about this. Really. I would have much preferred to break my rather long silence with a whimisical piece about trams or clocks or a funny picture of a man eating an unfeasibly large sausage. The problem is, people keep...