Thursday, November 24, 2005

Snow, Punsch, Vienna

Too busy to write full length entry - have to finish some applications & prepare for my trip to Prague tomorrow, but will endeavour to post properly next week! Here's a quick summary of what's been happening;

Trip to Vienna with Kat and a few Austrian friends (inc. Mario & Kathi who are super-nice and have been looking after me!) which was ace - lots of Punsch and lots of snow! (Want to make great Punsch? Look here).



If you're ever in Vienna, go to Zum Alten Fassl, a traditional restaurant/ pub. The food was amazing, and in portions larger than the known universe.

Actually that's about it. Vienna and its Christmas markets was fabulous, but not much else interesting to report.



Back in a few days. Behave yourselves while I'm gone!


Saturday, November 12, 2005

Picture Of The Moment


You might have seen this series on a set of birthday cards. They're absolutely bloody hilarious! Go to the Violent Veg website for further (and less tasteful) laughs!


Previously...

Sunday, November 06, 2005

The "Call Me" Button!

I think Skype might just take over the world. Now, you can click on the "Call Me" button on the right sidebar, and if you have Skype installed, it will phone me, for free! Hooray!

Download the marvellous Skype here!

Graz In "Not As Nice As Linz" Shocker

My seemingly random choice of places to visit in Austria took a downward turn yesterday. It's not that Graz isn't interesting, it's just not interesting enough to warrant a 6 hour return journey on the train. It's very like Linz in style, although Linz is much cleaner, has nicer scenery and the buildings are less crowded together. Graz was a "European Capital of Culture" in 2003, and I struggled to see why - the cultural projects added to the city in order to gain this status were, erm, a bit rubbish, and seemed like an afterthough. "Oh crap, we're supposed to be Capital of Culture next year - quick, thrown some of that old metal and plastic into the river - we'll make it into a bar!"



This is the Murinsel, "The Island on the Mur". Quite what the architects were taking when they designed this I don't know, but it must have been strong and hallucinogenic. Part stage (you can barely fit a drum-kit on it) and part-bar, it ends up looking like a snail's shell submerged upside-down in the water.

And then there's the Kunsthaus, a horrific monstrosity of a building that scars the west bank of the river Mur. It's not so much a building as a giant homosexual alien condom.
The British designers must have been amazed when they took the design! "I can't believe they've accepted it! We were too busy drinking to make any proper designs or models, so we just glued some old balloons together at home this morning. Brilliant!"
Luckily, it's placed in such a way that you can never see it in it's entirety - it's squeezed in between buildings and behind trees, phew!



Doesn't it remind you of a cow that drank too much ribena and fell over onto it's back? I don't think I've ever disliked a building so much in my life. Even Nu-age in Dover was better than this.

I seem to have dwelled on the negative aspects of my trip. Despite my annoyance at the Kunsthaus and the slightly dreary weather, I managed to enjoy the view from the Uhrturm (Clock Tower) above the city. The old town was also very nice, although it was peppered with graffiti slogans such as "Smash Authority" and "Smash Racism".



(Views over the city of Graz are great, as long as you avert your eyes from the Kunsthaus and Murinsel.)

I wish we had time to stop for a drink at on of the cafés overlooking the city, but alas I had to catch the train back to Linz.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Missing Home

Mmm, I seem to be getting a little homesick. Here is a list of things that I miss about England;
  1. Pinching Kat’s bottom,
  2. Drinking tea & watching “Friday Night with Jonathan Ross” with family,
  3. Watching football in the Euston Flyer,
  4. Using the word “cock”,
  5. Eating burgers and drinking G&T in *real* pubs,
  6. Seeing (good) live music,
  7. Dancing to music that isn’t sung by Melanie C or Ronan Keating.

I find myself reminiscing about fun evenings out in London whilst on the tram into work in the mornings. Here are some memories old and new...