In a rather more strange, romantic and yet still something which will make you throw up if you hate the whole idea of men and women being together twist of fate, instead of eating far too much in Shropshire with the family, talking about each other’s work habits, sitting down the pub for three hours on Christmas Day, and then coming back to eat even more to only collapse in front of the TV watching the Christmas edition of Doctor Who, this year took a different slant.

This year, the festive day would take place somewhere else. Somewhere in Europe. Already things are looking down. But fear not gentle readers, it’s not Brussels, filled with smelly European MPs signing us all up for the not-a-constitution and we were outside protesting by tying ourselves to trees.

It was in fact, the historical capital city of the Czech Republic, Prague. Filled with architecture, culture, and various adventures for stag parties, Prague has been attracting visitors for years and somewhere to go to let yourself go, and marvel at its stately homes, concert halls and film locations.

That’s the travel guide b******ks over with. Time for the reality of Prague and what’s it now like.

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