Found this cool video on the Pariasian Gentleman site.
It seems to be much more efficient than using a suitbag. He also shows how to fold a shirt for travel at the end.
The worst football violence I have witnessed
1990s, Football, Travel, VideoJust chatting with someboday and they brought up the subject of football violence. I’ve been to quite a few games and I was thinking which one was the worst in terms of violence. It was actually the first international game that I went to. Poland against England in 1993 in Katowice. Luckily, there is a video on youtube that shows some of the mayhem that went on that day.
The violence only took place among the Polish fans. The English fans were barricaded into their own section and surrounded by police. I was sitting on the other side of the stadium and I think that I spent more time watching the terraces rather than the football itself.
The game ended 1-1.
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The Thirsty Dog – Prague 1993
1990s, Czech Republic, Photography, PragueJust heard a podcast about Prague in the early 1990’s. So many memories of the city and the atmosphere at that time. The Czech Republic had just split from Czechoslovakia and I had the feeling that it was going to be an interesting time and wanted to be a part of it.
Here is a photo I took in the Thirsty Dog in May 1993. It was coming up to the end of term working with London School in Belgicka and about to take off to summer camp. In the photo is an Irish guy called Kieran O’Sullivan, a Scottish guy called Davy, two Norwegian guys and I think the guy on the far left was German. After drinking there, we headed to Repre Club downstairs for a long night until 6am when it would close and we could get the metro home. The song I remember that was always played was “Loser” by Beck.
And no, I didn’t meet Nick Cave.