Tuesday, 13 October 2009

Ice-hockey, fascist puppets and freeloading.


Sorry i haven’t updated the blog sooner – it’s been a busy old time what with Margot and Jerry arriving, the start of Breast Cancer Awareness Month and my latest (almost) freebie holiday.

Last week I was lucky enough to have four days in Prague courtesy of my second job, Corporate Wife. Mr Swift was attending a risk management conference and i managed to sneak along as his plus-one. The whole trips cost a measly 50 quid thanks to Easyjet. So, while my husband interviewed the great and the good of the insurance world, i dragged myself off sightseeing.

One of the strangest things about the Czech Republic is the national obsession with marionettes. I will confess to finding puppets a tad disturbing, but nothing could have prepared me for one window display i saw in a shop close to Prague castle. On a puppet stage hung four characters ready for a performance – Hitler, Harry Potter, Barack Obama and Captain Jack Sparrow! I would have loved to seen the synopsis for that play....sadly i don’t have a photo as the shopkeeper came rushing out when he heard my laughter and scowled in a manner which indicated that photography wouldn’t have been appreciated.

In the evenings i kept myself entertained by wrangling invites to a fair few drinks receptions, all in the name of Corporate Wife duties. The good Socialist in me did feel uncomfortable reconciling this extravagance in the current economic climate; however, the champagne-swigging freeloader in me had a great time.

It wasn’t all work as we did manage to escape to the ice hockey to watch HC Slavia Praha destroy some team i can’t spell 6-1. There was a very strange incident at the beginning of the final third when the hardcore fans all disappeared, only to reappear moments later doing the conga led by their mascot, Max the lion. As you can see, Max did take time out of his busy conga-leading schedule to pose for a quick photo.

I promise to update you on River Cottage Croydon goings-on next time. For now, I bid you fairwell; I’m off to harvest some chillies from the greenhouse.