
"Off to the Czech Republic, eh?" mused my friend, "Off mooching around Moravia, bumming around Bohemia, eh? eh?". "Yes" I replied. "Well, you know what you should do, don't you old chap?" he said in his inimitably whiney inflection, sopping on a long, thick Cohiba cigar, "you should bloody blog it, blog the whole bloody thing". I peered around the room. Intelligent, intrusive eyes penetrated my thoughts. Gladstone. Lloyd George. Churchill. Paddy Pants Down. We were in the National Liberal Club, and what a bloody wonderful place to be in. "Because you know what you're like", he continued, "you're like ...