With my return to England imminent, it got me thinking about how I shall answer the inevitable "how is life in Berlin?" question. As I tend to just beam and say "amazing", or perhaps use more choice language depending on the intended audience, I decided the question require some deeper consideration. As I tend to like talking about myself, and this is my biggest opportunity to do so for a while! So, what IS life like in Berlin? Amazing, of...

The Schlagerkaos must go on (after a long busybusybusy delay!), so back to Stockholm! Picture the scene, Saturday midday waking up in luxurious surroundings I haven't paid a penny for, in a room strewn with bodies from various areas of Europe in various states of undress. Now stop picturing it, it's probably for the best. Still very drunk from the previous night, we all lay still and watch some weird kind of walking/skiing combo sport on TV. Eventually we c...

The Schlagerkaos must go on (after a long busybusybusy delay!), so back to Stockholm! Picture the scene, Saturday midday waking up in luxurious surroundings I haven't paid a penny for, in a room strewn with bodies from various areas of Europe in various states of undress. Now stop picturing it, it's probably for the best. Still very drunk from the previous night, we all lay still and watch some weird kind of walking/skiing combo sport on TV. Eventually we c...

As every holiday begins the second you leave your house with your suitcase, my Stockholm trip began Wednesday evening. I took my suitcase with me to the Irish Pub, where I work. I completed a full shift at work, and then we went to the pub! We ended up at Rote Rosies in Kreuzberg, which was quite an experience and reminded me why I tend to stick to gay bars! My friend Natalie got her bag stolen, though thankfully noticed and handled it very well - she can be ve...

I'm much better at blogging when feeling depressive and therefore reflective. But tonight I feel flipping fantastic. For no apparent reason. There I was standing in the snow at Ostkreuz S-Bahn station waiting for the train, and it hit me. Not the train, that wouldn't be so good. But life hit me. And now I come to write this, I realise I was hit by the subconscious "Six Month Anniversary" train. Cos yes it's been that long, and I have survived exactly...