Those of you who know me well may be aware that I've been suffering from the Glums of late.
Last weekend was a peach. We had a long weekend booked, but due to massive overspending at the start of the month in Warsaw, I couldn't fly back to UK to take advantage of it.
Consequently I just sat in my room and festered all day friday, getting more and more depressed.
One of my mates here, Jim called in at about 6.00pm and threatened me with a full bottle of Vodka, which seemed like a damn fine idea. Then he jumped up and shouted "F*** it! Lete's go to Hamburg on the ****!"
After a bit of cajoling, I finally agreed to drive us up there and we booked into a hotel round the corner from the Reeperbahn (where else?).
It then transpired that St Pauli had played and beaten Dresden at footie that day and the whole district was in a party mood. The 'Bahn itself had been closed off at both ends and live bands were playing in the streets. It was gleaming and I felt much, much better thank you.
Later, just for a giggle, we decided to check out the red light district - rude not to and all that...befoe we even got past the red-painted walls at the end of the street, we were ambushed by a pair of very lovely young ladies (well, mine was, Jim's looked as though she'd been Tango'd...) and dragged off kicking and screaming (yeah, right) to a nearby 'establishment', where the young lady of my aquaintance introduced me to another very nice young lady, who proceeded to empty my wallet and swipe all my cards until there was nothing left on any of them. I was then forced to spend the whole night with both of them, 'Chatting' until 6 in the morning, at which point they kicked me out and went (back) to bed...
A thousand bloody Euros that night cost me...
And tomorrow, I'm going back to do it all over again - I feel much better now, thanks...
Think of it as therapy...
Last weekend was a peach. We had a long weekend booked, but due to massive overspending at the start of the month in Warsaw, I couldn't fly back to UK to take advantage of it.
Consequently I just sat in my room and festered all day friday, getting more and more depressed.
One of my mates here, Jim called in at about 6.00pm and threatened me with a full bottle of Vodka, which seemed like a damn fine idea. Then he jumped up and shouted "F*** it! Lete's go to Hamburg on the ****!"
After a bit of cajoling, I finally agreed to drive us up there and we booked into a hotel round the corner from the Reeperbahn (where else?).
It then transpired that St Pauli had played and beaten Dresden at footie that day and the whole district was in a party mood. The 'Bahn itself had been closed off at both ends and live bands were playing in the streets. It was gleaming and I felt much, much better thank you.
Later, just for a giggle, we decided to check out the red light district - rude not to and all that...befoe we even got past the red-painted walls at the end of the street, we were ambushed by a pair of very lovely young ladies (well, mine was, Jim's looked as though she'd been Tango'd...) and dragged off kicking and screaming (yeah, right) to a nearby 'establishment', where the young lady of my aquaintance introduced me to another very nice young lady, who proceeded to empty my wallet and swipe all my cards until there was nothing left on any of them. I was then forced to spend the whole night with both of them, 'Chatting' until 6 in the morning, at which point they kicked me out and went (back) to bed...
A thousand bloody Euros that night cost me...
And tomorrow, I'm going back to do it all over again - I feel much better now, thanks...
Think of it as therapy...
I hope you enjoy tomorrow night just as much 
