The ramblings of a discombobulated mind
In honour of yesterday being Halloween, I thought I would recount for you a tale of abject terror, horrifying intrigue and no small amount of toilet activity. I would like to say that there were no animals harmed during the events of this fateful night, but quite frankly…anything is possible.
It was a entertaining night at [...]
.. of the stalker kind.
It is interesting to me what makes people tick. It is also interesting to me what goes through peoples minds sometimes.
Let me explain…and whilst I do I am aware that some of you reading this might consider this a good thing and others will think of me as an arsehole….you are [...]
So that pretty much sums up last weekend, thanks to German unification day, that started on Thursday night with a trip to watch The Wombats live.
Scousers singing…German beer - What more could a man want. Apparently he would want Calvados aswell as the beer….before the frickin’ gig. He would also want to be fashionably late…say..oh [...]
So let’s face it - My social life is pretty good these days. I have a lot of friends and I live above the best Irish bar in Frankfurt. Well, I claim that they are all my friends, as they spend most of their drinking lives in my living room…..
My capacity for beer has reached [...]
I don’t remember where I heard that phrase, but it is true don’t you think….sometimes you are the dog, other times you are the hydrant.
I was making myself the hydrant until recently and that has all changed now - So all of the passworded posts have gone and I am on the hunt for material….which [...]
I don’t know why I haven’t written about this before, especially as it was such a big part of my life for a long time. Now, I have to warn you, some of this post will be deeply geeky. So to that end (and for our American friends):
Those of you with a “jock” [...]
So there is a school of thought that American guys are nuts….and possibly a little gullible. Now, I can only speak from experience and conclude that they are generally no more so than any other guys.
That said, there is a particular group that have been known to frequent my living room from time to [...]
I drink…I get drunk…I fall down…no problem!
A few years ago, I was working in Cardiff and had a South African colleague called Thys. Great guy and a great laugh. As he was South African he was able to get Sambuca Gold and Aftershock that… didn’t conform to european standards shall we say. [...]
No…I will not call it Xmas just to satisfy the PC brigade…
Anyhoo, this is a story about the inimitable SP from many moons ago, it was the 2006 works Christmas party, and, not knowing any better we all tagged along.
Free food, free beer and something resembling free entertainment (Genius really, 90% English speaking contingent….entertainment all [...]
I am starting to detect a theme here, a lot of the stories I want to tell seem to revolve around alcohol. Now I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t generally drink that often and neither do my family. It’s just that, drunk stories seem to be funnier….at least to me.
Picture the scene. Family friend and [...]
So this weekend has been about beer. The temperature in Frankfurt rocketed to over 30 degrees Celcius, which essentially turned me into a walking fountain, something akin to the Lynx advert :
So, in an effort to help, I took to consuming vast quantities of alcohol. Starting on Friday night at a bar called Waxys [...]
Tags: drunk, friends, germanyThis is an unusual post as it isn’t about me. It is about a close friend. He will hereafter simply be referred to as SP. To those that know him, it will be abundantly clear who SP is, to those that don’t the moniker will retain some small measure of mystique.
Now SP [...]
Speaking of the Hop Pole massive* (as I was in a recent post). I mentioned that we would all go to the club around midnight, the reason for this was that almost all of our group worked at the Hop Pole Hotel in some capacity.
The Hop Pole used to be run by Marcs mum [...]
Ahem - So it transpires that I may have occasionally slipped from the moral high ground when it comes to honesty….as was pointed out to me recently.
We were invited to Sam and Micks wedding in sunny Sunderland at an amazing hotel. The only problem was that the hotel was bloody massive. So massive, [...]
A few years ago, the elder of my two younger brothers got married.
It was a fantastic day and everything that it should have been for the married couple. Everything went superbly from the “Mad Professor” organist to me spinning my Nan around in her wheelchair because “she would love to dance with everyone, but can’t [...]
…although perhaps not the taste.
It was long ago, a simpler time when men were men and New Years Eve BBQ street parties were brought together by the contents of what looked like a dark green varnish tin, but in fact contained a purple jelly like substance known as Napalm.
The thing about Napalm, the important thing [...]
Speaking of Brothels…..well, my helpful post mentioned them a bit.
I recall when I first arrived in Frankfurt, a beer soaked evening where a “friend”…we shall call him Englebert* decided to introduce me to some of the more ilicit pleasures that can be found in this fair city. Namely, the Red Light District.
Now by introduce me to, I mean [...]
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