Heart disease is the biggest killer in the world.

I was dry for a week! I think this is how its going to be from now on, I'm either going to be dry for a week or dry full stop. Last night, as it was (supposedly) Michael's last night, we went for a beer at the globetrotters place, which is pretty darn awesome. It's similar to Zlatna Ribica in Sarajevo in a was, very oft-centre, lots of old vinyl on the walls, tables of differing styles and whatnot. Really cool place, very nice staff as well. Yes, that means hot Slavic girls. A few drinks were had, a wide range of strange conversations as well, covering all of the topics of the world it would seem, from fornication in a dorm, toilet etiquette (seemingly my specialist subject) and fighting. Yes, the midget story was told. I don't even know how much truth there is in that story anymore. I'm pretty sure 100% of it is embellishment. There was fashion TV on the screen as well, and a very strange catwalk show of guys modeling normal clothes, but with very beat up faces. Like, abused young man fashion. Really strange. A good night though, but my morning feeling confirms what I think about alcohol. I wasn't hungover, not by any stretch of the imagination, but my stomach was uncomfortable enough for me to want to continue this alcohol strike. Its for the best.

I went to Novi Sad for the day yesterday, and it is exactly what I imagine Russia looks like. It's nice, don't get me wrong, the main square is great and the old town around the fortress is very interesting, but still. It's not a must see by any means, but pleasant enough. There was a guy on my train who looked just like Darren Gough as well. I was genuinely tempted to go up to him and start speaking about the Ashes, but luckily I didn't, as he started bellowing into a phone in deep gruff Serbian.

What else have I done this week? Not much really, pretty much everything that Belgrade has to offer. Sveti Sava (the worlds biggest Orthodox church), St Marks Cathedral (a pretty big, pretty church), Kalemegdan Fortress (now conquered by benches) and Tito's mausoleum. The mausoleum is very interesting, and is a must for any Yugoslav nut. The room full of batons as well. They were batons from the old Relay of Youth, a celebration that happened in Yugoslavia for Tito's birthday. Someone would start in the town he was born, and a baton would be carried throughout the country culminating in Belgrade. There was a photo of one of the celebrations, and the choreography put North Korea to shame.

Seriously, I'll leave for Italy tomorrow. I'm treating this as going from Yugoslavia to Italy. I have no idea where to go in Italy, I don't know anything about it, but I'm going to go and find somewhere to read about it now. This has been a pretty boring entry, and I've been pretty bored writing it. I apologise.