Hilarity100

One of my stories revolves around the time at the Sphinx restaurant in Northbridge, Perth that I fainted into my meal. Funny, funny stuff: ask me to tell it to you sometime.

But the punch-line of the story has always been along the lines that I will forever regret not having ordered the soup for maximum "fainting into food" hilarity. The restaurant Sphinx even disappeared from Perth not long after the fainting (health inspection related?) so I've not even been able to go back and order the soup after the fact.

Until now, when we came across exactly the same restaurant in the middle of Poland. Sphinx. In Poland. We walked around the corner and there it was; the same Sphinx logo and typeface, the same gourd-based lighting system. Naturally I strode straight in and ordered the soup. The bowl was too small to fit my head and, besides that, there was no fainting to be had (regardless of my best efforts), but it has added a whole second leg to a story that everyone is already tired of hearing.

Posted by Matt at 10:39 PM | Permalink

Like so many things, my plans for a haircut fell of the to-do list during the frantic pre-hilairity preparations. Despite my best intentions I've since not found myself sitting still for long enough in a city to remedy the surplus hair problem.

Until now, when last night Si and I noticed that our Krakow hostel is just around the corner from a rather fancy looking place of hair cuttery. So this morning we used the mighty power of the Pound Stirling to Polish Zloty exchange rate to obtain two very classy haircuts for minimal outlay.

Hair Styled Matt presents his new doo to the Matthew of Haircuts Past.

Everyone likes the haircut. There is much rejoicing.

Simon, and his equally trendy new hair-based look, refused to step around to the other side of the camera. Frankly, it's the internet's loss.

Posted by Matt at 4:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Team C have recently been Team Sniffles, both our immune systems were evidently unprepared for what Berlin threw at them. And as such, we've had to declare all of Poland to be one large chill-out zone. Sure the hours wasted in smoke-filled cafes haven't exactly helped my throat along, but for the most part we've been looking after ourselves, getting lots of sleep and taking a jumper with us in case it's cold out.

All mothers concerned had better be suitably impressed.

This has all been part of our mission to be in top health before we hit Prague this weekend. A mission of health that we figured needed a snappy title/slogan. The current winner is "Perky for Prague", out in front of "Hey hey ha ha, it's Praha" and "Pass out in Poland, party in Prague". You'll agree they're all pretty crap. Any better ideas? We know some of you are qualified at this.

Posted by Matt at 4:53 PM | Permalink