Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Should I?

Well... guess I should. Post some pictures. From the camp. It wasn't THAT BAD .D it's just that browsing the photos brings back meeemooorieeees......... I wan't to die .D
Looking at the shots make me realize that the person I called "my only friend in the whole camp" was my friend indeed, even though it was rough sometimes, right, Pavel? He was and still is great! He's the impersonation of Roy of the IT crowd - he is an IT "expert" at a bank or something, he looks sorta like Roy and, well, he's just as sexually frustraded. He just doesn't wear such cool tees.
Yup, that's me in my ubercool geisha costume of crepe paper and wizard cloak - did I mention it was a Harry Potter Camp? And I had to be RON? Duh. We sang Mimořádná linka Praha-Tokyo with my befriended coworkers. Five of us. In THAT horrible costume D: ....!


As far as the kids are concerned - well, the girls were fine. Here I am with Anne, daughter of the camp's owner /eeeek, yup, I was nice to this one/. Some of them were obnoxious sometimes, and great percent of the BOYS was worth physical punishment /which they've got
eventually. I am no humanist!/My favourite group was the 13th, the cyclo-group, led by Pavel and Jirka -see below- who was fun to go with to search for lost children at night - he was totally nightblind, so he held the torch and I was leading him off the pools. Also, see how both Jirka and Jíťa are wearing tees of one grrrreat band! While dancing macarena. Retro.

My Immigrant Song

Yup, have come back from the land of the ice and snow /40 degrees seem like norway in comparison to the same weather in this urban jungle, not mentioning the nights, FREEEEEEZING/! I'm a survivor /any broadcasting company having money for me, huh?/!
I feel a bit hit by the chaos that rules this place though. I still wake up and tend to run around the house to get my kids to breakfast. And, sadly, the kids were my only GREAT FANS when I played guitar. I am an ordinary loser once again now I'm back from the wilderness.
My supervisors hated me. Oh, no, not all of them. Just the camp medic. Camp medic was a little narrow-minded, but I have to admit I went a bit too wild sometimes. Guess that my rock'n'roll lifestyle didn't really suit my position. At least I've got some /LITTLE/ money - went right into my >>Last Days of Summer in London<< piggy bank.