I spent much of yesterday evening counting to fifty (in Czech). I repeated this, out loud, over and over for about forty (čtyřicet) minutes. I chanted numbers on and on like some sort of deranged mathematician. I stopped at fifty (padesát) because after fifty the ending (the –desát bit) stays constant and only the start of the … Continue reading
I don’t drink very much. At least, compared to a lot of people I know (students, borderline alcoholics, wine merchants and publicans) I don’t drink very much. Or so I thought until this week. I woke up on Monday morning after the Secret Surprise Weekend feeling really rather sluggish. I’d had a lot of beer … Continue reading