I spent four weeks during the summer of 2007 traipsing around Europe with my friends Nora and Lindsey. We spent a few days in Prague, and while in Prague we ended up spending an evening at a dubiously named Harley Davidson bar surrounding by a bunch of extremely Aryan German frat-ish boys and two British cousins. One cousin was tall and thin and reedy. One was short and Hobbit-y. Both were in suits and were entertaining, and liked to sing along to the radio. The shorter cousin also had a metal plate in his forehead, the result of a flesh-and-bone eating bacterial infection he had encountered as a child. Or so he said. The metal plate, however, was real. He ensured that Nora and I rap our knuckles against it at least once. Said metal-plated Hobbit also sang a song about Nora, set to the tune of the Kaiser Chief’s “Ruby.” It was not a safe-for-work song either. In the meantime, I present to you the original version of the Kaiser Chief’s “Ruby,” which will now and forever remind me of Nora and a British dude with a plate in his head.