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Rants, raves and random observations from an itinerant epidemiologist.

100 in 1000
  1. Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
  2. Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
  3. Hold a conversation in Czech (only)
  4. Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
    1. Pilsner
    2. Staroprammen
    3. Budvar
    4. Velke Popovice
    5. U Fleku
    6. Gambrinus
    7. Krusovice
  5. Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are also acceptable)
  6. Travel across the Atlantic
  7. Return to South America
  8. Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
  9. Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
  10. Have my nose pierced
  11. Have my next tattoo drawn
  12. Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)
  13. Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
  14. Bake Viv's cheesecake
  15. Make David's casserole
  16. Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut Stirfry
  17. Invite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner
  18. Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
  19. Attend a book group for at least two books
  20. Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
  21. Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
  22. Take an architecture appreciation course
  23. Join an all-girl group and sing a solo
  24. Publish in a scientific journal (top two authors)
  25. Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'.
  26. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary Practise
  27. Have a pedicure
  28. Maintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.
  29. Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser
  30. Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
  31. Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
  32. Don't eat out for one month
  33. Find a flat and flatmate
  34. Purchase one Joseph sweater
  35. Purchase one of the following pairs of designer shoes (they MUST also be COMFORTABLE, and be able to be worn with 4 different outfits and 2 types of occasion): Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks, Christian Louboutin (Ebay or 2nd hand are acceptable)
  36. Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
  37. Go hanggliding
  38. Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
    1. Moll Flanders
    2. Everything is illuminated
    3. Madam Bovary
    4. Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintainance
    5. Catch-22
    6. Odysseus
    7. On the Road
  1. Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
  2. Send Christmas Cards on time
  3. Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wall
  4. Buy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in it
  5. Go to Africa
  6. Host an 'event' (classified as and when)
  7. Organise a 30th Birthday Party
  8. Wear a costume
  9. Sing on stage
  10. Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
  11. Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)
  12. See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar
  13. Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
  14. Win something
  15. Draft a will
  16. Take a roadtrip
  17. Go to Italy already
  18. Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
  19. Get plants
  20. Take a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.
  21. Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
  22. Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
  23. Go to a dentist. *sigh*
  24. Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
  25. Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
  26. Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
  27. Marvel over lack of tiredness
  28. Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
  29. Bet on the nags
  30. Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
  31. Walk along the Champs Elysee
  32. Do 100 sit ups in a row
  33. Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
  34. Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
  35. Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
  36. Find a mentor
  37. Be a mentor
  38. Learn what mentoring is all about
  39. Meet an online person in real life
  40. Resist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.
  41. Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)
  42. Send a care package to someone
  43. Get a Tata Bojs CD
  45. Order new contact lenses.
  46. Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions
  47. Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
  48. Back up the blog
  49. Put everything onto an external hard drive
  50. Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
  51. Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
  52. Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
  53. Join the Municipal Library of Prague
  54. Move to another country
  55. Go to a live concert of a band I actually like
  56. Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
  57. Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).
  58. Get an agent (literary or theatre)
  59. Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
  60. Ride a rollercoaster
  61. Hold a snake
  62. Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!)
Thursday, 22 June 2006

My pirate name is:

Dirty Bess Cash

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from


Quick welcome to Luce and her friend.
  • Warning I: blogs are addictive. What’s even MORE addictive is the idea that SOMEONE out there is reading about you. And, possibly even cares.
  • Warning II: it’s self-centredly addictive to write about yourself.
  • Warning III: you use all your best material in your blog, then recite it to friends when you see them in real life.
  • Warning IV: if they’ve already read your blog (and let’s face it, most of our friends don’t – they just skim for their own names!!) then you risk boring them to tears. Which means
  • Warning V: you end up living to ‘blog it’.
  • Warning VI: be very very very very careful who you give the address to (says she, who has it as her e-mail sig) because you DON’T want to have to trawl through your own archives to remove nasty comments, or overly nice ‘crush’ comments either. Really. I’ve already had to do ONE mad dash to a computer terminal in my pyjamas….JUST IN CASE.

According to resources:
  1. I’m scary. I scared ‘the ex’ (bonjour, hola, bing bing bing, ciao!) with my ‘confidence’.
  2. I flirt with strangers. I’d make eyes at the milkman if we had one. Provided I didn’t know them.
  3. Once I do get to know someone, I don’t bother flirting any longer, and instead develop a crippling crush.
  4. By this time, the ‘him’ in question has freaked out due to my ‘scary’ confidence and has found an alternative.
  5. I therefore oscillate between indifferent and heartbroken.

Okay, all together now….”awwwwwwww” (if you can throw in a ‘poor Nomes’ there too, my ego’d appreciate it!).

Still, at least I haven’t (recently) been out with a boy of indeterminate sexuality, and discovered he’d be better suited to my flatmate, huh? (evil cackle)

But then, that’s because I haven’t been out lately with anyone (back to the sobbing).

Yes folks, life IS a rollercoaster.

Today, two of my close mates from NZ arrive. I call them close mates; I lived with one for almost a year (the other is his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and consequently ‘practically’ lived up at the mansion too), yet they didn’t inform me as to their imminent arrival until yesterday, which they followed with “could you help us find accommodation?”. ARGH! Accomodation. In summer. In Prague. On a Wednesday for Thurs/Fri/Sat nights.


Thankfully, another kiwi expat came to my rescue; with a vacant flat that they can use. While I panicked mildly down the phone line, he recounted that he does exactly the same thing to his mates, sometimes not even thinking to check they’ll be in the country when he’s due to arrive. Since this is ALSO a trait I’ve developed, I can’t say I’m TOO surprised. It must be a kiwi thing…the ol’ ‘she’ll be right’ attitude to everything (including sleeping arrangements; which can result in one of two possibilities: hilarity and goodtimes or fear and loathing etc.).

Anyway, it DOES mean that my mojito madness fling will have two of my favourite people at it. They’re also a dab hand at whipping up the drinks, so I know that if I’m incapacitated (too many mojitos, too fast: apparently!) the madness will continue around me. And that’s a GOOD feeling. Not only that but I do believe I’ve finally tracked down the vital tool for the makings: a muddler. Finally managed to find one in a
shop outside of Prague – and since they regularly deliver TO Prague, they’re bringing it to me tomorrow afternoon. Nothing like cutting it fine.

According to the ex, I’m sounding happier.

I think ‘more manic’ may be more appropriate, frankly, but I’ll go with happier. And I blame the weather. While I love the summer, the Intunition girls will (no doubt) attest that I swing from the wild extremes of lethargy to mania depending on the ambient temperature. My microfibre trousers (worn yesterday) were enough to push me over the edge into Wicked Witch of the West territory (hiya Lira!) whereupon I promptly melted!

So, I guess one way to spark me up would be to throw a bucket of ice water over me†, Ha ha ha ha.

THEN you’ll see scary.

† This is not a challenge. There is no leather gauntlet on the ground at our feet. You do NOT have to try this as an experiment. All persons with buckets will be avoided at all costs for their own safety. Reading of this blog does not make you more intelligent – but it does make you smell better. Results reproducible in 5% of tests. Or is it because I helped someone pick a 'hot' cologne? Answers on the back of a postcard please. And has Mums not written because she's traumatised???!
posted by Nomes @ Thursday, June 22, 2006  
  • At 3:17 am, June 23, 2006, Blogger Mums said…

    Hi GNomes,

    Oops for not having responded to your last blog, but it sent me to your photos and I got stuck there, plus msn-ing to over my daily limit of time on the computer. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

    Not to mention that I spoke to Mother for only an hour as she was up in Edinburgh and paying for the call, so it was doubly frustrating as there were others around.

    And I had the most gorgeous facial - well worth the $115. When you come here I'll shout you one. Makes you go all jelly-like (don't look) but makes you feel fabulous. A shame really that one has to wash after that, but the smell would drive you crazy else wise.

    And what's with thinking I may be traumatised? Don't you realise you are only living the life I've led in my head? That means that nothing you do can traumatise me. Your methods MAY surprise, but the eventual outcome doesn't worry me. As to being scary - you need a stronger class of exes, or whatever the present term for that would be. Perhaps they just haven't seen really scary to know that you are a pale imitation of the seriously nasty piece of work I can dredge up on occasions. Thankfully I'm ususally alone when I do this - definitely not for the faint-hearted.

    Arriving on someone's doorstep without first informing them is a specious kind of conceit. But it would seem that baby boomers have bred a generation of ME-ers (never mind the generation Y or X), and you all seem to be tarred with the same brush. Perhaps never having things go against you, you see the world as not only your oyster, but also always YOUR oyster. Not such a bad thing, so I'm taking this as a metaphorical pat on my back - got to get those compliments when I can (don't you dare say "at your age" - cos I'll haunt you).

    Delighted to know Lucy has signed up to your blog - hi Luce, sorry I missed you on msn, but at least you now have evidence of what I look like, so can't miss me in the crowd - as if!!

    I feel as though I'm butterflying through your blog, but what's with the pirate thingy, or is that still harking back to pieces of eight (really? time to MOVE ON!!)

    Well, got to get back to the cooking. Since I'm going to be away for nearly two months I'm making um heap of food for your Pa. So far I've made Lamb Italienne, Potroast and Chicken Dijon. Farmer's Casserole is in the pots now, with Pepperpot Beef, Chicken Satay and Beef Curry lined up right behind. I figure he'll have at least 52 meals prepared, so there'll be no excuse for constant trips to KFC!

    But before I leave we've got our July anniversary, and we've decided we eat better (and drink better) at home, so I'm making prawn cocktail, followed by Filet de Boeuf en croute. Wanna join us? Maybe even crepe suzettes, though they may have to follow on Sunday, since the starter and main tend to fill us up too much. But we have got our drinks cabinet back up to scratch, so we have our choice of liqueurs again. And there's always the cheese course. I feel full already!!

    Well, my Dear, I hope this long missive makes up for (seemingly) missing a whole blog. I'm so glad you write them, as I am able to keep up with your happenings.

    Incidentally, Verity got a 2:1, and because it was from a Scottish Uni she is now an M.A.(Hons) - same as Mother, though her's was from Oxford. Well done Verity. Her graduation ceremony was yesterday - which was why Mother was in the Dunedin of the north. So no one can say there isn't brains in this family..... and scariness!!

    Speak to you again soon, love, Mums

  • At 8:55 am, June 23, 2006, Anonymous David said…

    "I'm making prawn cocktail, followed by Filet de Boeuf en croute. Wanna join us? Maybe even crepe suzettes, though they may have to follow on Sunday, since the starter and main tend to fill us up too much. But we have got our drinks cabinet back up to scratch, so we have our choice of liqueurs again. And there's always the cheese course."

    Hmm... I'LL join you...

  • At 10:18 am, June 23, 2006, Anonymous Helena said…

    My pirate name is:Red Jenny Kidd

    Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

    Hi Nomes
    Sorry I'm so hopeless at emailing/commenting but I do keep up-to-date wtih your blog so I feel like I'm in touch more than I am cos I know whats going on with you. (know what I mean?) Good to see you have more visitors arriving (even if it did end up causing yuou stress trying to find a place for them) I'm still hoping to get over to see you sometime this summer or later in the year anyway but typical me I havent organised anything yet...don't worry though...i'll give you more than a day's notice when I ask you about accommodation ;)


  • At 1:25 pm, June 23, 2006, Blogger Dad said…

    Weeelll, bugger me days, me hearties, Iron James Kidd 'ere!!! (Aka "Dad, Pa, whatever!). She's the one wot opened Pandora's Box! Yes, I'm the black-hearted villain wot chucked the bugger out!!!
    To our mild surprise, she come 'ome one night at about 9 pm, sweet as light, Hello Mum, Dad, I decided to 'ave an early night. Worried looks between piratical parents, then, "Oh, okay!!??" Having recovered from the PTDO (Post-traumatic Stress Disorder) of 'er bein' 3 hours early, we decided to do our parental duty and tuck the bugger in. Surprise, surprise, empty bedroom! Done a runner out the window! "Right," says I, "lock up the 'ouse, bolt the doors and windows, we ain't avin nmon o' this, the bugger's left 'ome". I'm not Iron Jim for nowt, arrrgghh! "We'll leave a little love letter on the doorstep, tellin' 'er of the new pitch of things". Nasty surprise fer 'er 'ighness, in them early hours, can't get in!! Next day, we start negotiatin'. "Yer knows the rules of the house, my girl, so yer can write me out a list of how you'll behave if'n we lets yer back in!!!! Daft bugger did it, too!!!
    Tried same trick on 'er young brother later. "Fuck off, Dad, 'e said. You know what? There ain't no answer to that!!!

  • At 2:16 pm, June 23, 2006, Blogger Mums said…

    Hi David,

    Thought the meal might appeal to you! *Remembers* drunken haze of many other such!!

    Love, Viv

    PS Sorry GNomes for using your blog to reply, but I figured you'd get over it, after you've recovered from Pa's missive that is!

    Love, Mums

  • At 2:23 pm, June 23, 2006, Blogger Mums said…

    PPS I'm Captain Anne Kidd

  • At 2:50 am, June 24, 2006, Blogger mx said…

    "Black Ethel Bonney
    Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!". So where's my parrot? And I thought I'd had lunch but reading your Mum's blog I'm rethinking (when does she open her own cafe? And can we invite Msr Calzone at the alto reunion?). Sounds like Dirty Bess Cash ain't no match for Iron James Kidd. Never leave the house without a lawyer and a spare set of keys. Bloody freezing over here and me music teacher's just died. Am searching frantically for match to break before the final luck blow and a piano falls on my head. Blog on, Nomes. Its a fun trip so far :)

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