'Feier'tage

I am currently enduring several consecutive bank holidays, during which apparently the death of all fun must take place. With a typical arse-lick of some depressive romanticised view of medieval life, of course everything has to close on religious bank holidays in Austria. I mean absolutely everything – not even the freaks in Spar can amuse me today. I’ve been told that these days are meant to serve as an opportunity for some healthy relaxation, reading a good book or taking a gentle jog while enjoying the colourful autumnal weather. Shame I’m not a complete twat close enough to my deathbed to want to do any of that. It’s at times like these that I wish I were back in the UK, recklessly pissing away my student loan, followed by my student bursary, followed by my student overdraft, on hi-tops in Topman and phone covers in Tesco. I suppose the same rampantly capitalist desire for a hit of Westfield on a Sunday just isn’t that common amongst Austrian people. The only people I’ve seen from my window today have been the man collecting the fallen leaves from his lawn by hand and the woman opposite who has been polishing her car for an hour and forty-five minutes. The whole place has become like a mass care home (without the excitement of the brutal beatings from staff). I have no money either, as am still waiting to be paid, but even if I did, I’d be lucky to find anywhere heathen enough to let me spend it. Hitting the absolute limit of my budget for the rest of the week by going to Vienna for a couple of days was an option, but I can’t be doing with sharing a room in a hostel with a load of Mozart-fanatic nerds at the moment, and I don’t like to live that dangerously anyway (I can’t even have my headphones full volume for fear of missing a call). Dinner tonight will be whatever was left from lunch yesterday, and lunch tomorrow will be whatever was left from the meal after that.