Gazebo, Stalinist swimming pool
After the expected late rising and wandering about like a proper bunch of fannies, we were taken by Martin to Prague Zoo. I suppose it’s no’ bad, actually, but I reckon as well you can begin to suffer from animal fatigue or something; “oh, there’s a wee snake thing! oh, look, another horse-like creature”, but apparently the highlight which I missed because I was looking at a sleeping warthog was giraffe licking piss out of another giraffe’s arse.
Not enough meercats for my liking.
Martin’s band were playing a gig later which was no’ too shoddy. It was held outdoors in a sort of Victorian gazebo thing which started to bend and shake like fuck when it had about 30 drunk Czechs and Scots jumping on top of it, which was followed by some further alfresco bevvying ’til the wee hours. Apologies for the quality of the video; my camera doesn’t like the dark very much.
The best option for Sunday was a type of outdoor lido type thing which appeared to have survived the transition to capitalism quite well. It’s the type of architecture that I’m quite into, I suppose, and the kind of thing that probably wouldn’t get built in such a form nowadays, which is a shame.
Then an outdoor showing of “Life of Brian”, which was, I think, a pretty good way to round of the weekend at an early hour before the week’s nonsense…
