(slovakia: that’s it, i’m going back to mother’s - get bloody germany to iron your socks
czech republic: [does not look up from paper]mmhmm
slovakia: i really am going!
czech republic: mmmhmmm
slovakia: [Looks a bit doubtful and goes]
A DOOR SLAMS - CZECH REPUBLIC STARTS TO COUNT THE MONEY)

sorry; sidetracked there - i dutifully read the lonely planet book and the bit about the velvet revolution (if you’re going to have a revolution, get one in a nice fabric). one sentence read:
‘by this point the actors and students had been on strike for 3 months’.

and amazingly, the government still wasn’t brought to its knees.

is that what a barristers’ strike will be like? how long will it take judges to get past the picket line?
‘if it please the court, i appear for the striking barristers and my learned friend appears for the stinking scabs.(pale junior mutters ’scabs’ half-heartedly) has the court had the opportunity to peruse the skeleton argument we prepared about what we want and when we want it?’.
a bus pulls up and is pelted with briefs before discharging its cargo of croatian barristers to scuttle in the side door in cheap polyester gowns. insults are hurled in latin.

all too horrible to contemplate. braziers in the temple…lunches left half-eaten… wigs knocked askew. imminent collapse of society.

I have extracted the talk, with his blessing.
http://www.spr-consilio.com/myerson1.mp3