Saturday
Hmmm.. Now, what to do in Berlin with a hangover? But of course. Drink coca cola and watch the A-team dubbed in German..
Mind you it was a good retro telly, and well in line with our thus far retro weekend. It was one of those episodes where they'd got a guest star in. Ken Norton was in it briefly and it looked like he'd been hitting the buffet.
But alas this is not the way forward.
So, we drag ourselves across the street to watch the Arsenal v Spurs game and partake in a King Ludwig Dunkel, strictly for medicinal purposes as hair of the dawg you must understand.
It sort of works
We decide on an afternoon walk to blow out the cobwebs. More sights of the city..
Very Berlin, I'd say..
..as is this..
That's art then, is it?
A few arty types around capturing the landscape..
The night is again interesting. We visit a spot called 'White Trash, Fast Food'. There are various bands on ranging from the absolutely terrible to the pretty damned good. It certainly provides interesting start to the evening. We're treated the film 'Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead' which is playing on the screens the background; I retrieve a piece of glass from the roof of my mouth which has come from the beer glass.. Lucky me things didn't turn out nasty..
Staropramen Red is the beer of choice this evening. Not German, I'll give you that, but Czech isn't too far away I s'pose.
An interesting bar configuration..
We head on to another bar. Again another decent place, just punctuated briefly by the unpleasantness of someone who tries to steal our drinks. It's a poncy White Russian Cocktail amongst a load of beers, so there's no mistake. I don't see anything- the first I see is Nick getting upset with this dick who is pretty drunk. Some unrelated and rude ponce wearing red specs sticks his oar in needlessly, telling us that 'This is the Anarchy that is Berlin'. I get a real chuckle about that.. wow, that’s some anarchy. I decide to hound this bloke for some fun. He looks a lot like Steve Jones from the Pyramid Game in his red glasses, so I continually ask about the Pyramid Game, telling him about the bits I liked, the bits I didn't, asking how come he's not on telly any more, and what is it like being continuity link man for Anglia TV. Eventually he loses it and says 'Look I don't know what zis pyramid is OK' and pisses off in a huff.
As a younger man I used to be able to conjur up a lot of funny waffle after a few drinks and all that has largely gone by the by now, but tonight finds me in a rare form..
I spend the best part of the rest of the evening chatting the charming Stef from Stuttgart and the lovely leggy Erica, a fellow Londoner. I've had far worse nights out, I can tell you
We tip out of the bar which is still going strong at half past five
The old and the new-ish.. The glitter ball of the Berliner Funsehterm tower in the mist behind St. Mary's Church..
My my, that's an arty stumble back to HQ.
Nick for some reason has bought a cheap bottle of Amaretto so we have a couple of them and cola.
Is it 7am already? Whoa kidda..
Hmmm.. Now, what to do in Berlin with a hangover? But of course. Drink coca cola and watch the A-team dubbed in German..
Mind you it was a good retro telly, and well in line with our thus far retro weekend. It was one of those episodes where they'd got a guest star in. Ken Norton was in it briefly and it looked like he'd been hitting the buffet.
But alas this is not the way forward.
So, we drag ourselves across the street to watch the Arsenal v Spurs game and partake in a King Ludwig Dunkel, strictly for medicinal purposes as hair of the dawg you must understand.
It sort of works
We decide on an afternoon walk to blow out the cobwebs. More sights of the city..
Very Berlin, I'd say..
..as is this..
That's art then, is it?
A few arty types around capturing the landscape..
The night is again interesting. We visit a spot called 'White Trash, Fast Food'. There are various bands on ranging from the absolutely terrible to the pretty damned good. It certainly provides interesting start to the evening. We're treated the film 'Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead' which is playing on the screens the background; I retrieve a piece of glass from the roof of my mouth which has come from the beer glass.. Lucky me things didn't turn out nasty..
Staropramen Red is the beer of choice this evening. Not German, I'll give you that, but Czech isn't too far away I s'pose.
An interesting bar configuration..
We head on to another bar. Again another decent place, just punctuated briefly by the unpleasantness of someone who tries to steal our drinks. It's a poncy White Russian Cocktail amongst a load of beers, so there's no mistake. I don't see anything- the first I see is Nick getting upset with this dick who is pretty drunk. Some unrelated and rude ponce wearing red specs sticks his oar in needlessly, telling us that 'This is the Anarchy that is Berlin'. I get a real chuckle about that.. wow, that’s some anarchy. I decide to hound this bloke for some fun. He looks a lot like Steve Jones from the Pyramid Game in his red glasses, so I continually ask about the Pyramid Game, telling him about the bits I liked, the bits I didn't, asking how come he's not on telly any more, and what is it like being continuity link man for Anglia TV. Eventually he loses it and says 'Look I don't know what zis pyramid is OK' and pisses off in a huff.
As a younger man I used to be able to conjur up a lot of funny waffle after a few drinks and all that has largely gone by the by now, but tonight finds me in a rare form..
I spend the best part of the rest of the evening chatting the charming Stef from Stuttgart and the lovely leggy Erica, a fellow Londoner. I've had far worse nights out, I can tell you
We tip out of the bar which is still going strong at half past five
The old and the new-ish.. The glitter ball of the Berliner Funsehterm tower in the mist behind St. Mary's Church..
My my, that's an arty stumble back to HQ.
Nick for some reason has bought a cheap bottle of Amaretto so we have a couple of them and cola.
Is it 7am already? Whoa kidda..