Northern talk v London talk: that is something worth a very serious scientific research. :) People in the North tend to talk differently from the Londoners, and it's not just a matter of accent.

What I haven't heard since moving to London:
- ta (instead of thanks or thank you)
- easy peasy
- pants (instead of trousers)
- dinner (instead of lunch) and tea (instead of dinner)
- brew (for tea - drink)

What the Londoners seem to use far less than the Northerners:
- fair enough
- cheers

What the Londoners say and the Northerner would never say:
- pudding (meaing dessert - it was explained to me that it comes from posh boarding schools - so an institution poor Northerners don't even think of attending)

I think there are more words / expressions to follow. :)

O-O-OK, maybe one more thing I wanted to talk about. The obvious one. The Obvious One.

So. Last June 23rd, on the referendum night, I went to sleep as usual in our little cosy Manchester flat. I briefly woke up at around 4 am and wanted to happily go back to sleep, but then - I realised - The Results Are Coming. Suddenly I was wide awake. And checking BBC, obviously.

By 6 am, it was clear, the result climbed over 50%. The husband also woke up briefly at that time. I showed him my phone screen. He did not wake up at first - he was like, yeah yawn, but suddenly he was like, what? And fully awake.

Friday morning was pretty post-apo. It was like going to work through a ghost town. Manchester was strongly pro-remain, and the few people wandering the streets looked like zombies. At work, at least two of my bosses were crying. People looked like something fundamental was taken away from them - like a flood or fire took their house.

Since then, the first shock is gone, but the hangover is still sort of here. The new PM knows nothing about what's going on. She thinks she's cool and hard and not to be fooled - the new Thatcher. But she is most obviously not. On the contrary: the more she says or does, the more it is obvious that she has no f. clue. And the more the sterling falls, making me poorer and poorer! Grrrr. :(

The whole situation in just sort of b/s. Last funny twist was the letters: they are sending letters to EU citizens that they have one month to leave the UK, otherwise they go to jail. The Home Office claims that this is a mistake, but it just makes me nervous. If such a letter has been sent by mistake, it means that the letter exists, and can be sent.

ಠ_ಠ

Rant about the Tube!

I hate it. I can't stand the Tube, especially in the rush hour. It totally gets on my nerves. I cannot do it. I am one of these spoilt basterds who need to live close to where they work becasuse I just cannot, cannot, cannot do the Tube.

Why? Because it sucks. It sucks so much that if I were a guy, and if it sucked any harder, ... you know. ;)

More reasons:
1) signal failure
2) faulty train at station X
3) congestion.

Regarding reason 1, there's signal filure somewhere nearly every day. Funnily enough, it happens quite often near Ealing. Don't ask me why.

How do I know, even if I don't never set my foot anywhere near Ealing, or many other Tube stations? Because my company has intranet, and on the front page of the intranet, there are the WTFL updates. Quite entertaining to watch how it gets from 'minor delays' to 'severe delays' to (sometimes) 'partial closure' and then to 'severe delays' and minor delays' and finally 'good service'.

Anyway. About the signal failure - wherever it happens - how about a simple solution? Just. F***ing. Fix. It. It happens almost daily, so just fix it. Do something so it doesn't happen every day. Go for it! Don't be shy!

Regarding reason 2. I've read somewhere that this is the most common reason for delays. As in point 1, this happens all the f. time. All the time. Every day or so. So - how about doing something about that? Not sufficiently London-cool?

Regarding reason 3, this is something that p. me off royally. Like, this was the reason for the whole idea, for actually bothering to put the trains underground, build the tunnels, etc. etc. - to avoid traffic jams and congestion. So how come that the trains are stuck in congestion? Are you even f. serious?

(For those who never experienced this travesty. If you travel on certain lines in certain times of the day (typically District / Metropolitan / Circle lines around the rush hour), you randomly stop in a tunnel for 1-10 mins, between each two stops, and a voice tells you that the train is stuck in a congestion and/or we are waiting for the train in front of us to clear the platform and/or we are waiting for a green signal. Or something like that. Literally a metro traffic jam. W.T.F.)

Actually,
4) Where's the oxygen?

This tends to be worse on some lines than others. Example: Piccadilly. Just think about Piccadilly and you are dead already, just from the very thought, due to the hot, CO2-rich environment down there

5) Miscellaneous.

Have you ever heard about Waterloo and City? This is an incredible two stops line (I am serious, it only has the two termini - Waterloo and Bank - ad there's nothing between these two) which is designed only for the bankers working in the City. These people usually live in the rich, posh Western suburbs. In the morning, they arrive to Waterloo train station by the suburban trains, and then take the Tube to the City. Cosequence: while all the Tube is very diverse (people of all nationalities, races, occupations, religions, etc. etc.), W&C is almost like a Gentlemen's Club. If you don't wear a suit and a tie, and don't have your copy of The Financial Times, you are not allowed in.
The iconic sentence (printed on T shirts and postcards) is Mind the gap. I think that Signal failure or Mind the doors, mind the closing doors, mind the doors would be much more appropriate. Especially the latter is the new mind the gap: you can hear it in almost every station, pronounced by an orderly on the platform, trying to let the train move as soon as it has a red signal (so that you don't make the congestion even worse).

Which lines do I like? I don't like any Tube lines, but some p. me off less than others. For example Jubilee looks OK most of the time. Victoria works most of the time. Metropolitan is kinda all right - sometimes. But - feel free to disagree.

Strangely, I also like Bakerloo, mostly because it looks totally postapo (and I like the 'romantic' feeling about that).

And so on. The. Tube. Sucks.

End of rant.

There's one thing I wanted to share more than anything else: the reasons why I started with the weird and funny and amazing art of aikido. Because - to those who know me & who know aikido - this would seem like the most unlikely combination. Here is the explanation.

Why did I start?  Good question. I certainly did not know what I was subscribing for.

I was doing some krav maga before staring aikido. KM is very pragmatic, very goal-oriented. Some say aggressive, which is certainly also true: the 'aggressive' is there for a reason, the reason being the need to deal with an attack as quickly and as efficiently as possible. It is also fairly easy and straightforward to learn. Which is why I like it so much.

But there was only one class a week in Manchester. I was looking for something else, something to supplement my KM training. And, for some reasons (karate is too much competition, taekwondo is too much high kicks which I cannot do, boxing was banned by the husband, etc. etc.), the choice of which martial art was soon reduced to judo or aikido

I chose to give aikido a try, because it was in a more convenient location and at a more convenient time of the week. I was like, if I don't like it, I can still go for judo or whatever. However, after the first class, I was so impressed that I stayed.

Karma? Maybe.

Why did I stay? For me, this question is far more complex than ‘why did I start’. Anyone can start – in the sense that they go for one or few classes and see if they like it. My initial plan was exactly this. Go for it, see how it goes, and if it’s b/s, never show up again. And go try judo instead.

But – there’s the magic. Maybe it is ki, and maybe not. I tend to think that the magic is actually physics. Biomechanics. How your body works, how it transfers forces, how it can act as a lever and how you can fix the position of your arms and move your body so that you actually move not only your body, but also the attacker's body. And how you can really use the force the attacker gves you to do things. Whatever it is, it is fascinating.

The truth is that during my first class ever, I was deeply impressed by the magic. We did this exercise which starts with the attacker grabbing both the defender’s wrists from behind (ushiro ryote dori? Whatever…) and continues with the defender lifting their arms upwards, turning their arms in a funny way to resemble something from Karate Kid, and bending the whole body forwards. And then – then, when the defender is in this funny position, and relaxes the shoulders, nobody can move them. However, as soon as the defender tenses the shoulders and/or starts fighting the attacker's force, the magic stops working, and suddenly everybody can move the defender whenever they want.

Sounds weird when described like this. But the fact that you are in a funny bent-over position and somebody pushes and nothing happens because all the force transfers via your arms and body and legs straight to the floor - I just immediately spotted something fascinating. The magic. Possibly the underlying principle - I don't know.

Anyway, I was impressed. I was so impressed that I immediately thought that I absolutely have to learn this thing, whatever it takes. So I came again. And again. And again. And… you see.

When I moved to London, this was the first thing I searched for - a suitable dojo. Not a GP or anything like that. Even KM was second to aikido. Funny, isn't it.

So, was it karma? I am not sure. I can say only this much: 

If I started any sooner, before I did a decent amount of krav maga and before my (earlier) dragon boat career, I would most definitely consider aikido the worst, purest Asian martial art b/s ever seen.

If I started anywhere else than in my beloved Manchester dojo (which is very ki-oriented and therefore does a lot of magic-related exercises), I would probably consider aikido the worst, purest Asian martial art b/s ever seen.

But I started in Manchester, and I started at the exactly right time, and now I just feel that while this is ridiculously complex and incredibly difficult, I still have to learn the stuff anyway.

Isn't it funny? I think it is. :)

Hello again.

It's been a while. I doubt that this blog still has any readers at all, but hey.

I suppose I shall rename this blog now - now it's more like From Prague via Manchester to London. But I probably won't, at least for a while. Anyway, this is where I am now - London. I relocated at the end of April (...29 April to be more precise), and I now live on the edge of Shoreditch, the hipsta-fancy-supercool-nonmainstream part of this very interesting city.

As you can imagine, a lot has happened in the past 16 months. It's a long and complicated story of one broken heart. Plus at least one psycho. Plus some martial arts. :)

Long story short: things became bad at work. Then worse. Then much worse. Then even much, much worse. Then, insanely bad. And then I left because I have been pushed so far, and so hard, that I just couldn't cope any more. And that was it. I will spare you details. I will only make the following two comments:
1/ I never did anything wrong. I kept in line with my core values and with integrity, and I always followed what I believed in. For which I paid dearly.
2/ My heart is broken, not love-wise but work-wise. I invested incredible amount of time, energy and passion into my work, and it just did not work, and at the end it all blew up in my face, and I was left an emotional wreck.

Anyway. I started looking for work. I tried to stay in Manchester. because things. I kinda liked the city I guess. But no way, the only interview I had in Mcr did not go very well, and after seeing potential employers in London, Birmingham, London, Glasgow, London, Newcastle, London, Southampton, London, Amsterdam and Stockholm, I was left with two offers. London, or - London. I picked London.

So here I am, in a shared flat once again, living in a room which has, like, 8 sqare meters. Sharing, among others, with a cat.

Great many things happened since my last post. For example:
- Brexit referendum happened, with the f. results
- Theresa May (and her b/s) happened to us
- I started aikido (Oh yes! I! Started! Aikido!)
- we went for Christmas holidays in Malta (...you'd never guess how cool it is to go to Malta in winter!)
- Theresa May said things to EU (oh no)
- I relocated, and now I am observing a different city (which feels so different that I now believe people who say 'London is like a different country when compared to the rest of the UK')
- I lectured in Brussels (which was surprisingly good)
- my students got their exam results (aaand - some of them made it - yaaaay!)
- I realized how much better my currect company is compared to my previous company

I think that I will write about most of these things some time in the future. Or maybe not. We'll see. Keep your fingers crossed for me!