Life in Amsterdam

Following the massive, multinational success of PABLO's semi-autobiographical account- The world through the eyes of a Badger Hunter- and the oceans of liquid cash that flowed into their previously parched purses, PABLO had lost all motivation for seeking badgers or seeking anything at all. Instead, they moved to Amsterda, living a debauched, Dionysian existence of whoring, hooch-smoking and hedonism.
A typical day would begin with an early afternoon shhhpliff and stroopwaffel followed by several more spliffs, linearly increasing their desire for stroopwaffel. They would wile away the remaining daylight gours at the local Billiardshhh Hall- the accumulation of points, the only point to their near-pointless existence.

Though at first this new life of self-indulgence, stroopwafels and spliffs seemed perfect, a vast cavern of emptiness gradually opened up within the hearts of the one-time badger-enthusiasts. At first they tried to fill this void with drugs and sexual misadventure, but day by day they came to realise that they lacked the sense of fullfilment that they had once enjoyed when traveling the world in search of badgers.

What they needed was a cause. Badger loving was no longer an option. Their publishing agent Harper-Collins had claimed copyright ownership of the very act of loving a badger. And the badger hunters were prohibited from maintaining their long-running internet blog about their badger-loving escapades. The continuing legal pesterings of Martin Honza Jansky also made life dificult for PABLO, as he tried to sue the badger-enthusiasts for violating his privacy, and breaching various copyrights, just as he violated and breached the innocence of Czech schoolchildren.