The big secret has been revealed…

As I said in one of my previous posts, Presenting…, there was a thing I really wanted to write about but couldn’t, lest I spoiled a surprise.

The clues you were given (and their meanings) are:

– 12… the year 2012, a couple of years back I had decided to boycott Christmas (from now only c-word) and I do New Years presents instead so I don’t spoil the festive season for my flatmates
– coffee… refers to mugs, the presents were mugs, this was inspired by the move to the new flat, and the need for mugs (the need was resolved when we finished the move and now we are flooded with mugs)
– McGonagall… poems, the mugs are all decorated with illustrated poems referring to the shenanigans, strange obsessions and perversions of their owners
– baked goods… the mugs with their poems and pictures have been baked in the oven and are now also dishwasher friendly, or so they say!

Here are the pictures of them (with poems transcribed and explained) which I took using my brand new iPhone app Photosynth, they are not great but they are a strange sort of panorama, if you ask me. Maybe I’ll take better ones later.

“Oh Dave!” (A very common sigh when it comes to Dave, we were even considering rewording the famous Beatles song Hey Jude to Oh Dave, it worked fantastically) the most splendid of nights (Refers at the same time to Dave’s ICON role playing costume and his ability to misspell just about anything)
we all sigh often, in frustration.
Maybe video gaming (Recent episode of Dave’s hermitting period with his Star Wars game) and tights (Again, ICON and Dave’s “tunic” that didn’t quite cover his butt)
lead to premature dave-ulation. (Term adopted into our vocabulary after several incidents of  Dave counting his chickens before they’d hatched,… or didn’t hatch.)

Hide your socks, (Refers ro Claire’s and Philipp’s sock-stealing shenanigans) onions and fondue pot (onions and cheese, the deadly gas combination for Claire)
till zombies attack! (Coz shit happens…)
For  Claire, whether you need it or not,
uses biological weapons. (Again the gas, I couldn’t help but drawing a dart next to the gun in reference to Despicable Me’s dartgun/fartgun confusion, also we do call Claire dartgun!)

A ginger girl with a broken tail??? (Helle suffers from being ginger, also she recently broke her tailbone and had to walk around with a bum bagel!)
Sounds like a cruel joke yet it’s true! (It is!!!)
Helle likes her veg with a bit of snail. (She is vegetarian but curiously enough occasionally eats snails.)
An eye for an eye, a shoe for a shoe. (There’s an old deal that she has to throw out one of her gigillion pairs of shoes if she wants to get a new one.)

My personal favourite:
Felipe! Don’t give up on meat (Refers to Philipp’s vegetarian spells, the last one of which lasted a few months!)
for hummus,  broccoli and mango. (The famous hummus and broccoli incident where Philipp food poisoned himself)
For sausage is the truest treat
for a man who likes to fango. (Refers to a dubious sexual practice of Philipp and Benji’s called fango, its indescribable, undrawable, most likely involves a sausage or two, has many stages and involves Philipp bending over and Benji standing behind him.)


He stalks around in a wookie suit (Referring to Benji’s jewy hairiness)
and hot air comes out of his pores, (…and how he’s always warm, emitting heat)
for the big lump of hair on his head (The jewfro, duh!)
Benji sometimes walks into doors. (The Slovakian door incident, when Benji jumped into a revolving glass door and almost broke his schnoz.)

Whiski’s one, and possibly better photos, to come in the next few days so keep checking!!!


When I started this blog, it was so I can occasionally post about things that get me crazy excited. This doesn’t happen regularly but I have felt the need to keep the blog going with at least one new post and one new picture every week. So far it has worked, even though a couple of times I have to actively search for material to post instead of writing out of excitement.

Now things are different… I really want to write a post about something but I can’t lest I ruin a surprise! Here are some clues: coffee, McGonagall, 12 and baked goods!

Chew on that now…


Shine, Moon, Shine!

After the great success of last year’s mermaid costume, I have decided to take the festivities seriously again this Hallowe’en. I had picked a costume a long time ago, and have kind of started collecting material for it. By collecting I may or may not mean buying expensive boots on amazon because they fit into my costume.

As I have been emotionally intimidated by the evil protagonist of Karel Jaromír Erben’s famous poem Vodník as a child, I have decided to go as one of these creatures. The English (and apparently Russian) name is Vodyanoy or The Water Goblin. It’s a guy who lives underwater, usually wears a green coat, a green hat and red boots. In children’s stories, they tend to be funny, friendly fellows that pop out of the water to return an important usb device that fell out of one’s pocket while walking over a bridge, yet in reality they are evil. Just ask Erben. They prey on helpless water seeking tourists and maidens, drown them, and store their souls under upside down porcelain cups, although I have never found out whether this is just a disturbing hobby or a survival necessity. With maidens, they usually just marry them and father children on them. I think they don’t obey the law of the countries they live in, so polygamy would be possible but let’s face it, how many maidens do their laundry in the lakes these days?

The only problem with my costume is that here in the West, no one has really heard of this popular character of Slavic mythology, so I will end up being a misunderstood zombie-like weirdo with a cup. They are about to learn something new I guess.

So far I have collected a few items for my costume: the boots that I have mentioned before, some pretty seaweed all the way from Mull to either put on my hat or make accessories out of, stripy red and white tights. And I’m about to look around for a green bush hat.
I am particularly excited about trying out coloured lenses for the first time in my life. I am going for violet, as it seems like a good colour for someone who lives underwater, judging by how pink the whites of my eyes get when I open them for swimming. Also, I am hoping to ask the make-up artist Claire to make me look a bit drowned.
The pants will be the most challenging part. I might have to sew some up, like last year, which brings me to the climax of my post:

Sviť, měsíčku, sviť, ať mi šije niť.