Bloody hell, this town would be an anthropologist's dream. Tonight, encountered an ageing medallion man with an open shirt, thought they'd been extinct for years.

Was suprised to encounter one of our works cars in the car park while leaving the gym; a bunch of our guys in plain wrappers, off to do something nefarious. "Oh, er, 'ello Mike, what are you doing here". "What would I be doing at a f*cking gym, stopped off for a pint on the way home, didn't I".

Place is crawling with eastern Europeans. Some jabbering eastern language at the gym, Polish and Latvian cars seen in town. Sorry, I know it doesn't fit in with modern touchy feely sensibilities but I don't trust 'em; especially as I saw a works briefing a while back that said that basically the entirety of Lativa is bent. And now the town's full of 'em. Hey ho. Say hello to my inner xenophobe. Anyway, bimbled off down to the seafront for a quick pint before scuttling off home for kip.... one to add to your list of "tracks that it's not safe to play on your car stereo" is "Caught in a mosh" by Anthrax; an old fav' of mine that I've not played in years, anyone that saw me driving though town bouncing around inside the car like a madman might have called the police.

Anyways up; more positive things. Got some Slovene currency to get rid of from my holiday, been thinking of all kinds of clever ways to get that sorted. Currently working on the plot that goes "sod it. Just jump on sleasyjet and have a weekend drinking beer in Lubjana before they convert to the Euro at the end of the year". I'm sure I can manage that. I'm resolved to go back there next summer anyway; be a little weird without FLoH but as it happens I have unfinished business with Mt Stol and Lake Bled, and I don't like to leave things unfinished.

Anyway. This is getting discordant and rambling so I guess it's time to hit the hay.