Last Thursday was women's day, just in case you didn't know. Here in Poland, it is still celebrated, although, like in the West when it comes to holidays and holiday spirit, people have found ways to dampen the enjoyment for everyone else. Some folks say it's a Communist holiday one of the legacies of the Soviet era, and the feminists (the who?) say it's not women's lib enough. But I say, anything that annoys feminists and starts a debate about communism is a good thing! So, although they don't have three days off work like in Russia, it's still a day of celebration here in the land of Polskie.

I would spend some time here writing about the gig last weekend, which saw many bands of the 90's reuniting for the benefit of the singer from Mega City Four, but I wouldn't want to make you all envious. It was like an Indy Live 8, only without the egos and the live coverage on BBC1. There were no token hungry African children brought on stage either. But anyway, it was good, and Jim Bob and Fruitbat were hanging around in the crowd mingling with the common people.

I have taken my first step towards coming home to Blighty, but as you can imagine, the Poles are much less reluctant to see me go as they were to lure me here. I wouldn't go quite so far as to say I'm being held prisoner, but it certainly does feel like I'm here against my will. However, next week I shall be returning and to my delight, I will be drinking tea that tastes of the Thames.

Last weekend, the one just gone, not the other one that I mentioned previously because that was two weeks ago now (sorry - I've been lazy with my blogging), anyway, last weekend I went to a football match in a neighbouring town. The local side is in the 4th division so I didn't fancy that much. So instead I went to a local derby between teams in the 2nd division. There were many thugs drinking Tyskie and shouting swear words a lot, but apart from that it was harmless, despite all the warnings I had heard before going. It seems that football fans have a worse reputation here than they do in England. I did liken the experience to what I imagine a milwall game would be like though! But I returned in one piece, to tell the tale, as they say. It was 1 nil to the home team, by the way, and the standard was terrible but it was fun.

Ok kiddies, take care of yourselves, and await my return with baited breath.....