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Yarg!
Delayed flight means I didn’t get in until 12:40 Berlin time. I got the last bus from the airport and probably one of the last S-Bahn too. Skin of teeths 
Managed to remember to bring my Private Eye with me, one down, one to go. This makes me happy 
Slight rice milk failure in hold of airport means I have a slightly soggy carton in the fridge. Fortunately Liam reminded me to put it in a bag so my clothes are dry. He destroyed the other carton so it came with me in a thermos, which held up marvellously...
Going to
a) find bars this week I’ve not been to
b) hopefully do some photography with a real live person somewhere fabulous in Berlin
c) possibly spend a little less than I did last week
d) get some sleep. Tho, not right now, as I’m wide awake...grr.
Nice weekend spent wandering round bits of London, nomming freshly cooked Steak, veggie Sunday roast from Wild Cherry (part of the LBC) and buying bits for camping.
Confused some poor old thing at Liverpool Street who couldn’t work the machines trying to book our tickets to Cromer. Liam’s smile was painted on as she told him off for not explaining he had a YP railcard before she’d done the booking as she’d have to do it all again. I thought that perhaps in future she might do well to ask the question...but kept my mouth shut
You know those annoying people at ticket counters that take 20 mins to get their tickets? That’s us that is.
Bit of a cycle this morning. I swear the new Olympic stadium is going to be able to pick up Sky any day now. I’m not convinced it’ll manage to do much else by 2012 though.
JG Ballard died. One film I’ve not watched and I’ve been meaning to is Crash by Cronenberg. Think I might have to now.
Might actually buy some of his books too 
“The suburbs dream of violence. Asleep in their drowsy villas, sheltered by benevolent shopping malls, they wait patiently for the nightmares that will wake them into a more passionate world.” — JG Ballard, Kingdom Come
Right. 1am. I should really try and get some sleep I think. I suspect this will be a long week...
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Oh.
I should probably mention what I’ve been up to as well. Last weekend, Mum and Andy came over for a fun packed bank holiday weekend of extreme sports (well, there was walking) and hospitalisations (well, I got a cold). We walked from Zoologischer Garten to Alexanderplatz, went up the big aerial thingy, failed to get access to the reichstag, sailed blissfully through the zoo area unaware a woman was being eaten by a polar bear inside and generally ate well and chilled out. Found some amazing metally bits in a squat, as well as a TV with running water. Found a beach in the Berlin wall. Was an amazingly action packed weekend and a great time was had by all. We decided that none of us really knew what we expected Berlin to be like when we arrived but that it wasn’t like anything we’d thought it’d be. Cold icky. Most of Monday in bed (apart from a 4 hour cycle ride to try and motivate myself to do something). Still felt crap Tuesday so called in sick and flopped around the flat doing bugger all pretty much. Felt a little better yesterday so came back to work, same today. Flying home tomorrow to chill out for the weekend I hope. Miss London and miss Liam.
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Sways to RHCP and flows consciously
So I had a dream yesterday. A dream in HiDef and Dolby DTS on a world sized TV. I was camping with friends and family. It was raining. Eventually everyone got fed up and decided en masse to head back to London as it was too wet. Water had flooded through my tent and I was soaked but I still wanted to stay and got in a bit of a sulk with them. Ended up in the back of the van, we get stuck in a flooded ditch which appears to run across the gated entrance to the farm we’re in which appears to be off a small Norfolk road, the type I used to zoom about on when I was a kid. We get free and we’re driving along and see a huge hill, just as the sun comes out. We decide to stop and scoot to the top of the hill to look about. Storm clouds gather and the sky darkens, it’s at this point we notice the dim dull yellow orange of fire on the horizon, Londonwards. We climb down the hill again, me having made a flippant comment about how maybe we shouldn’t bother going back to London after all. The hill looks familiar, like one we went up once in Winchester. We arrive back in London to discover riots. Shops and houses burnt out. Cars overturned. We try and find possessions but for no real reason we appear to have scarpered to the countryside where we end up in a huge house owned by someone. That someone doesn’t know we’re there and we all have to be hidden. I’m left in a tiny room in an attic. I am not happy about this. Especially as it looks like my old room and is much too small to live in. I decide to head back to my flat, knowing it should be fine, being on the 5th floor. There’s someone with me, trying to talk me out of it but I don’t know who. I find my flat and sit up high, far above the flaming buildings below me. They can’t touch me. I draw the curtains. The tops of which catch fire. I run to the kitchen, throw a washing up bowl’s worth of water at the curtains, they don’t go out. The smoke is unbearable. Then I wake up. I drift back to sleep again to have an equally disturbing and real seeming dream of a more personal sort. Something somewhere seems wrong. Something in my mind is trying to tell me that something’s wrong but I don’t know what. Or so it would seem. Curious?
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Oh cocks
I think
I broke
my bloggggssss
argh!
Hai facebook, if you’re reading this, I fixed them again 
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Twannnng
Weekend in Berlin with Liam was ace. IT’s been gorgeous weather here, got up to 25ºC on Saturday...was lovely!
We went out to Lentz for dinner on Friday night, both had the most amazingly huge steaks and ended up rolling down the road to the station for some blond beer in Blond. Talked about everything from scary past stuff to the merits of wheat beer and bemoaned the fact there isn’t anywhere like Blond in London.
You sit down, a nice young man asks you what you want and beer appears. Reasonably priced beer too. And bar snacks. And a free jukebox with occasional karaoke. It’s quite fun 
Staggered home at silly o’clock in the morning and fell into bed.
Managed to get up earlyish on Saturday, at which point I cruelly subjected Liam to bright sunlight and we went for a wander around Berlin. Brunch was in order at the outrageously good Dolores off Alexanderplatz and then we did a bit of clothes shopping. Bought vile shorts and a tshirt. No-one’s complained about me being orange yet, so I’m guessing it’s ok...
Wandered off to Spandau in the afternoon. Couldn’t find any ballet. Hmph. Did however find thousands of German football fans were going in the same direction as us to Olympiastadion. Urgh. Tho they seemed better behaved and more mixed sex than their English counterparts, which was interesting.
Wandered round the river in Spandau a bit then headed home. Cooked stirfry and then popped down to Nollendorfplatz for coffee and a wander about. Early to bed.
Sunday was even more wandering. Went and looked through the bars at the remains of a Franciscan monastery near Alexanderplatz. Accidentally fell over some kind of marathon, which was intriguing. Tried to find a fleamarket and failed. Walked through the Tiergarten, coincidentally (cough) finding the cruising area, where we got stared at by strange people.
Decided to have dinner in Villa Rodizio, I’d previously sold it on the Rodizio, an all you can eat buffet with freshly cooked meats on metre long skewers carved onto your plate every 10 minutes or so. We opted for the slightly cheaper version (without the meat) and ate far far too much.
Dollhouse and an early night, once more. Feel refreshed slightly
Dollhouse has been getting really quite good of late. less focus on Dushku and more on the other dolls and the story has meant for a better TV show. Makes me happy