Saturday 28 September 2002

In Prague airport, flight home delayed by 2 hours. I've never been to Prague before, and the architecture is breathtaking, but recent Westernisation has included the import of lots of English blokes on stag weekends. This means that if as I did last night, you walk down the street at night in the middle of the city, as part of a group of men who clearly aren't native, you get accosted every minute or so by drug-dealers, prostitutes or someone offering you a visit to a striptease club where 'you can touch - no problem'. It's very depressing.  I was here with a group of journalists, and we ended up in our hotel bar swapping scurrilous gossip on UK politicians, none of which I'm going to repeat here.  It was strange to get up this morning and hear about the latest political sex-and-hypocrisy scandal in the UK, involving some of the very people we were talking about.