Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Confessions of a Pivo Terrorist

I was supposed to write a post entitled 'why pivo terrorists' many moons ago but i didn't and for one very good reason - i couldn't remember where the term 'Pivo Terrorist' had come from which made writing the afore mentioned artricle extremely difficult even for a practiced dissembler such as myself. Thankfully Jenny, with her Chinese wisdom and excellent memory skills, has provided a scenario which may very well be true but which I still don't remember. Tak, i shall therefore begin with the 'fancy' version suggested by Fang and start with pure semantics:
1. intense, sharp, overmastering fear 2. Informal. a person or thing that is especially annoying or unpleasant.
and move on to:
1. a person who tries to frighten people or governments into doing what he/she wants by using or threatening violence 2. agent or partisan of the revolutionary tribunal during the Reign of Terror in France. 3. a radical who employs terror as a political weapon; usually organizes with other terrorists in small cells; often uses religion as a cover for terrorist activities

Question: Do we inspire such feeling in anybody we meet? and furthermore do any of these sound like a bunch of pissed-up kids in Prague?

I'll leave that to your discretion...

Controversial as the word terrorist is, when preceeded by the word pivo, i think it accurately describes a typical Friday or Saturday night (or any day, if something special is happening) in fair Praha where out of the blue small 'cells' of highly dedicated drinking teams, mainly from Praha (but always happy to admit any like-minded wandering nomads) converge en mass using the weekend as an excuse to get together, talk rubbish and generally enjoy running around Prague, getting lost, laughing a lot and, of course, eating Smazeny Syr at 3 a.m.

Or, here is the short version for people with attention dificiency disorder:

When the power of Semantics and Dictionary.com failed me I rejoiced with the 'fakt' that 'Pivo Terrorists' was merely the inane ramblings of a couple of hungover girls when faced with the opportunity of jumping a couple of guys for their premium Czech pivo, which could infact be described as an act of mild terror but in our eyes would be an honourable pursuit. I would also like to note that we have inscribed ''pivo terrorists'' onto the John Lennon wall, thus preserving it for posterity and copyrighting it at the same time - fakt jo

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