Last night on the spurs of the moment I found myself in the German market with some of my work colleagues. I drank lots of beers. I did intend to eat something but it never happened. I think I spoke of things that maybe I should have kept to myself because there was much egging on last night and much pisstaking this morning, girls obviously.
Now I have a beer related headache. I've agreed to go out tonight, that was at a moment where the pain had died down a little due to hair of the dawg, I certainly don't feel like boozing again now.
I'm sure I'll get back into the swings of things shortly.
I'm am listening to the Bays. I was listening to The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. I like them.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
What I Done In Berlin the Other Week.
On the Thursday I visited the "sights" not that Berlin really has much of that it's more arts/nightlife based but I visited the Reichstag and the Brandenburg Gate and the Holocaust Memorial. I walked up a big avenue past the Berliner Dom, Karl Marx and Josef Engels and past the site of Schlossplatz, various embassies and lots of pretend old new buildings.
I returned to the hostel and grabbed a cheap bite to eat and a suprisingly cheap beer. Before checking out my options, one of the recommendations I'd had was to go on the Alternative Berlin Bar Crawl but there was only three of us willing to go and two dutch people who were more interested in going to a motown night so it didn't happen The two other guys Nick and George from Athens who were up for the pub crawl invited me out for a beer with them and an interesting night of Metal!!! ensued as did too many beers.
We visted a couple of bars before heading to the Kit Kat Club which is normally a sex club but on Thursday it turns into a rock disco. At about two I decided that I should probably jump on the last tube ride home, the only problem was that it was much later than I thought. I tried to follow the tube stops home but went in the wrong direction. Eventually I found a cab and got myself home.
Friday I went to see what is left of the Berlin Wall and visited a couple train stations that used to have tunnels that would run under West Berlin but had been blocked of in order that they became escape proof. I visited Potsdamer Platz but that's pretty uninspiring and ugly, the Sony Building especially.
That afternoon I met Steffi and later Dar for a beer in Kreutzberg which turned into about seven beers, she then took me to her favourite kebab shop, mine was cold, then back to her flat for more beer and German TV, 2 hours of dominos falling over, exciting.
Next morning I woke pretty early which meant I was able to join a street art tour of Berlin which went around some artist squats, graffiti sights and finished at a party/flea market/exhibition in a disused swimming pool. I was in two minds what to do, Steffi wasn't about and was left to my own devices, choice was go clubbing (James Holden, James Murphy and Nathan Fake were all playing at the same club) or go on the pub crawl that I'd missed the night before. Feeling sociable rather than danceable I decided to go and talk to people.
The pub crawl took us to a ping pong bar, where everyone runs around the table hitting the ping pong ball, rather fun I thought, to a bar owned by Rammstein, on the Party Bus where the barmaid fancied me but I've already mentioned that, to an "absinthe" bar, I didn't have any and finally to some bombed out warehouse that had a hip hop night on.
I spoke to loads of people as I was feeling loud and happy and confident, with me on the pub crawl was a couple from Bilbao, he French living in Bilbao with massive hair - she Basque living in Lenton with that funny fringe that many a Spanish girl sport (very very pretty young lady), the pub crawl lass from Essex via Newcastle, the barmaid and her mate, a French Canadian, a nice chatty Swedish girl with lots of lovely big red hair and a dodgy beret, her brother, a kid from Kazakhstan, a very weird Romanian girl and some Americans.
I'd met a Brazilian girl, Nina, earlier in the day on the arts tour and she'd come to the pub crawl as well. The hip hop club was a bit naff and she persuaded me to go and find somewhere else with her but we only got as far as the kebab shop around the corner, too pissed the pair of us. Not sure how I got home it was all a bit of a blur I remember being pushed onto a tram.
I returned to the hostel and grabbed a cheap bite to eat and a suprisingly cheap beer. Before checking out my options, one of the recommendations I'd had was to go on the Alternative Berlin Bar Crawl but there was only three of us willing to go and two dutch people who were more interested in going to a motown night so it didn't happen The two other guys Nick and George from Athens who were up for the pub crawl invited me out for a beer with them and an interesting night of Metal!!! ensued as did too many beers.
We visted a couple of bars before heading to the Kit Kat Club which is normally a sex club but on Thursday it turns into a rock disco. At about two I decided that I should probably jump on the last tube ride home, the only problem was that it was much later than I thought. I tried to follow the tube stops home but went in the wrong direction. Eventually I found a cab and got myself home.
Friday I went to see what is left of the Berlin Wall and visited a couple train stations that used to have tunnels that would run under West Berlin but had been blocked of in order that they became escape proof. I visited Potsdamer Platz but that's pretty uninspiring and ugly, the Sony Building especially.
That afternoon I met Steffi and later Dar for a beer in Kreutzberg which turned into about seven beers, she then took me to her favourite kebab shop, mine was cold, then back to her flat for more beer and German TV, 2 hours of dominos falling over, exciting.
Next morning I woke pretty early which meant I was able to join a street art tour of Berlin which went around some artist squats, graffiti sights and finished at a party/flea market/exhibition in a disused swimming pool. I was in two minds what to do, Steffi wasn't about and was left to my own devices, choice was go clubbing (James Holden, James Murphy and Nathan Fake were all playing at the same club) or go on the pub crawl that I'd missed the night before. Feeling sociable rather than danceable I decided to go and talk to people.
The pub crawl took us to a ping pong bar, where everyone runs around the table hitting the ping pong ball, rather fun I thought, to a bar owned by Rammstein, on the Party Bus where the barmaid fancied me but I've already mentioned that, to an "absinthe" bar, I didn't have any and finally to some bombed out warehouse that had a hip hop night on.
I spoke to loads of people as I was feeling loud and happy and confident, with me on the pub crawl was a couple from Bilbao, he French living in Bilbao with massive hair - she Basque living in Lenton with that funny fringe that many a Spanish girl sport (very very pretty young lady), the pub crawl lass from Essex via Newcastle, the barmaid and her mate, a French Canadian, a nice chatty Swedish girl with lots of lovely big red hair and a dodgy beret, her brother, a kid from Kazakhstan, a very weird Romanian girl and some Americans.
I'd met a Brazilian girl, Nina, earlier in the day on the arts tour and she'd come to the pub crawl as well. The hip hop club was a bit naff and she persuaded me to go and find somewhere else with her but we only got as far as the kebab shop around the corner, too pissed the pair of us. Not sure how I got home it was all a bit of a blur I remember being pushed onto a tram.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Teeth.
I am skint. I am maxed out on everything. I get paid tomorrow and already the money has been spent. I think I may have to turn to life of white collar crime in order to fund my extravagant lifestyle (or at least start an extravagant lifestyle)
My teeth hurt. So does my inner ear. It's not got to the point where it feels like somebody is drilling through my skull yet and may it stay like that. I've just taken two asprin and they've spaced me out slightly but not even touched the ache.
I had to come into work last night, someone had changed the settings on a live server bringing down a reasonably important system. Luckily I had just enough money to get a taxi home. Knackered now though, I think it might be a short day for me.
My teeth hurt. So does my inner ear. It's not got to the point where it feels like somebody is drilling through my skull yet and may it stay like that. I've just taken two asprin and they've spaced me out slightly but not even touched the ache.
I had to come into work last night, someone had changed the settings on a live server bringing down a reasonably important system. Luckily I had just enough money to get a taxi home. Knackered now though, I think it might be a short day for me.
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