Rakia, The Serbian National Drink
One night in Belgrade we met a man loading bottles of Serbian moonshine into the boot of someone’s car. His name was Goran and he taught us about rakia and let us drink some of his stuff.
One night in Belgrade we met a man loading bottles of Serbian moonshine into the boot of someone’s car. His name was Goran and he taught us about rakia and let us drink some of his stuff.
Something shitty happened to me last week and I thought I’d share it with you Sick Chirpsers, lying in your warm beds with your laptop, smoking that inevitable morning spliff and nursing last nights unfinished stubby of French supermarket lager.
BZS takes us around a Serbian Gun Range/ Rock Club. Part 2 of a Series on Belgrade.
Listening to the blues and toking on a tommahawk in the Arabic jewel of Andalucia.
A series of mishaps on the Spanish coast featuring sanitary towels and Natalie Imbruglia.
Anybody who didn’t fit in with the balcony dwelling fascist’s perfect form could expect a rain of saliva.
Tombstoning, disabling fish and suffering ape attacks on the Spanish coast.
What do you do when you’re in Valencia? Spy on people in the park from a balcony and see if you can convince them to steal your stained boxers that you left in the square of course.
Feathered leaders of the Howth skies attempted to hijack a trip to the Irish coast.