Flatmate:

When Annie decided to pack up and brave the States once again we were stuck with an open room and needed someone to fill it to help with the bills. For 2 weeks Evita, a chic from Cyprus, moved in. She was really cool and she helped Kate and I out when we needed to know if Albania was close to Russia like we thought or if it was by Iran or where ever the Hell it was before we jetted off there. She pulls out the huge map in Greek and I looked at it and said the dumbest thing possible, “Shit it looks Greek!” She really didn’t think it was that stupid. She said they say in Greece it looks Chinese to me instead of Greek! When she moved out we got a new roommate (flatmate here because roommate has something to do with sexual preference) Martin from the Czech Republic! Martin worked at Travel Bar with Jim and Paul and the lot. We met him at our new hangout called Sub Rosa. The bartender, Paul, is really cool and hooks us up with happy hour prices whenever we roll in and also free shots! So, we met him and he was like I need a house and you have a house so can I move in say in a week…and that was it. Martin’s dad came into town for a week and we had the pleasure of partying with the crazy fool! The man speaks not one word of English or Spanish, but had entire conversations with everyone at the bar! I don’t know if you’ve ever heard or seen Czech but it’s crazy to my ears and eyes! He was telling me that he played futbol for the Czech team when he was younger and drinking about 12 different cocktails at once! Martin ended up being carried out by his twasted dad that night! Luv Sub Rosa!