After my previous Very Serious Post About the C word, I’ve decided to regale you all with something a little more lighthearted.
Cue one of those list posts that allegedly herald the death of journalism. (A thought – can’t I manage to write anything without dousing it in irony?)
Are you ready for ten bite-sized slices of Girl In Czechland? The answer can only be ano!
1. Say it with flowers – or should that be cacti?
We all know there are plenty of pubs in Czechland. Is it just me or are there an inordinate amount of florists too? Is that because of the market for modest bouquets created by all those name days?
And why exactly does that florists near Vodičkova have so many cacti in the window? Are the Czechs spiky enough already without seeking any extra assistance from the plant kingdom?
2. Do you speak Czechlish at home too?
Every couple has their own language but international partnerships are practically guaranteed to generate their own vocabulary – a sort of bastardised form of both languages. In our household, for example, we’re quite fond of having a restík followed perhaps by a snakiček.
3. Tram ride musings
During my tram ride to work yesterday I found myself wondering: “Do people stare more here or is it just my imagination?”
I’ve come to no firm conclusion on this except that my imagination tends towards the overactive.
4. The (rather smelly) elephant in the room
The body odour issues, however, are definitely not in my imagination. In fact, that potent, stomach churning B.O stench that too often offends my nostils is the rather smelly elephant in the room* – or rather on the tram. What’s going on? It’s not even summer anymore! I think I’d rather hold my nose than bring that particular issue on the blog anytime soon even if Czechman complains about it too.
Erm, hang on a minute…
5. Some Profound Thoughts about the Blogosphere
I’ve decided that blogging is about collecting ephemera – the flotsam and jetsom of the ordinary – and preserving it for posterity.
Whether posterity actually wants it or not is another matter.
6. Clean your teeth with The Bartered Bride
As you know, Czechman and I have quarreled over my love of kitsch homeware items. There’s a mug in the window of a nearby bric-a-brac store adorned with scenes from Prodaná nevesta - Smetana’s The Bartered Bride. I’m severely tempted to splash out on it to keep our toothbrushes in but fear it will end up smashed to pieces by the Taste Police.
7. Shabby chic forever
I wonder if it’s really worth buying Mlada Fronta Dnes if all I’m going to do is look at the pictures in the Doma (aka Home) magazine? Still, it is a tiny step towards integration. And anyway, even flicking through the photos can give you a valuable insight into Czech culture. Or not.
This week’s feature on a certain Petra Pikkelová’s fancy-looking chalupa left me wondering – how many Czechs actually bother to buy anything new for their cottages and weekend houses? Isn’t that the dumping ground for a family’s tatty furniture and slightly less modern electrical appliances?
8. Jane Seymour is Švejk
I stumbled across this scrawled sentence fragment in my notebook the other day: “Jane Seymour is Švejk”.
What on earth could I have meant by this? What could Henry VIII’s supposedly meek and mild third wife have in common with that wily Czech anti-hero Švejk?
For those of you less obsessed with Tudor history than myself, Jane Seymour is often seen as a pliant doormat in contrast to the feisty but doomed Anne Boleyn. What if Jane Seymour’s submissiveness was all an act designed to manipulate her way to the throne? What if that milksop Jane was really švejking it?
This comparison makes sense in my world. Sort of.
9. Bring On The Winter
Call me perverse but I’m actually looking forward to winter. Mulled wine on Old Town Square. Those yummy little Christmas biscuits. Proper weather. Watching the snow fall – from the window of a spoilt and western coffee serving establishment naturally. I might even try downhill skiing. Killer icicles? Bring it on!
10. Never Blog About What You Had For Lunch
For lunch today, Anglo-French-Czech fusion food: francouzské brambory topped with grated Cheddar cheese. Most agreeable.
*”Elephant in the room” is an idiom which refers to an obvious truth which being ignored or remains unexpressed. As far as I am aware, live elephants are not currently permitted on Prague’s public transport system.