My Dear Readers, I am sorry for the horrific lack of updates. I can give you no legitimate excuse other than my laziness. The truth is, you've become a task and it's no longer fun to regale you with stories of wit and amusement.
Naaaaaaaahhhhhhh; not really, it just evaporated from my mind that I've got a horde of adoring fans sitting shaking and waiting for their next moist installment of A-grade adventure and humour. So here it is:
I'm in the process of getting a contract on my future flat in the heart of Berlin's 'funky hip young things' district - Mitte. It's just above the Tiergarten which is this big mass of trees you see below:
We're the third floor balcony - here's the frontal face of die haus:
It came at a very reasonable price too. I've read a statistic that the Berlin living cost is even lower than Budapest, which seems hard to believe. Does this mean that rather than the Hungarian standard of 40% Polish chemical content per kilo of miscellaneous food we'd be going up to 60%? Will we soon be speaking Polish and working menial jobs with a strong Catholic ethic? God only knows. Oh God, it's happening already!
As per usual, Peter's mother still finds amusement in sending us to abandoned, smoking and tramp-infested warehouses on the outer district of this fair city. Peter claims that he was sent into the Peckham of Budapest. Oh yes, and when did blighty descend into this gun-crime-ridden Harlem-wannabe island?
I'm awoken with Mr. Humphrys shouting at me about gun crime; in a half-asleep daze I feel like I should be putting my arms up and handing over my wallet.
We've met a new American friend -- he's called Erich and he fits all the important American measurement criteria:
1. He's not in America so he knows of this other world we call Europe
2. He likes English humour
3. He knows what irony is
4. He has no intention of mating with a vegetable
He's doing maths or some other limp, boring magnolia-flavoured subject [Now now, we'll have less of that. I find sine and cosine liberating, and even sexy! - Ed]
- Philip + Peter
P.S. Betsy has developed a penchant for hippidy-hop youth music, so she has now been fitted with one of those suspension devices that gangster folk have in their automobiles:
Naaaaaaaahhhhhhh; not really, it just evaporated from my mind that I've got a horde of adoring fans sitting shaking and waiting for their next moist installment of A-grade adventure and humour. So here it is:
I'm in the process of getting a contract on my future flat in the heart of Berlin's 'funky hip young things' district - Mitte. It's just above the Tiergarten which is this big mass of trees you see below:
We're the third floor balcony - here's the frontal face of die haus:
It came at a very reasonable price too. I've read a statistic that the Berlin living cost is even lower than Budapest, which seems hard to believe. Does this mean that rather than the Hungarian standard of 40% Polish chemical content per kilo of miscellaneous food we'd be going up to 60%? Will we soon be speaking Polish and working menial jobs with a strong Catholic ethic? God only knows. Oh God, it's happening already!
As per usual, Peter's mother still finds amusement in sending us to abandoned, smoking and tramp-infested warehouses on the outer district of this fair city. Peter claims that he was sent into the Peckham of Budapest. Oh yes, and when did blighty descend into this gun-crime-ridden Harlem-wannabe island?
I'm awoken with Mr. Humphrys shouting at me about gun crime; in a half-asleep daze I feel like I should be putting my arms up and handing over my wallet.
We've met a new American friend -- he's called Erich and he fits all the important American measurement criteria:
1. He's not in America so he knows of this other world we call Europe
2. He likes English humour
3. He knows what irony is
4. He has no intention of mating with a vegetable
He's doing maths or some other limp, boring magnolia-flavoured subject [Now now, we'll have less of that. I find sine and cosine liberating, and even sexy! - Ed]
- Philip + Peter
P.S. Betsy has developed a penchant for hippidy-hop youth music, so she has now been fitted with one of those suspension devices that gangster folk have in their automobiles:
posted by Philip Proudfoot at
7:52 pm
3 Comments:
Betsy has a knife... I knew i shouldnt have exposed your flat to drum and base music... terrible things happen when you mix 30 year old furniture/appliances with "yoof muzik". Berlin looks nice, i will be visiting you. I am going to follow you all around the world, getting you banned from all the zappa-esk bars.
Betsy has a knife... I knew i shouldnt have exposed your flat to drum and base music... terrible things happen when you mix 30 year old furniture/appliances with "yoof muzik". Berlin looks nice, i will be visiting you. I am going to follow you all around the world, getting you banned from all the Zappa-esque bars.
Darn... it seems the comment which i thought didnt post, did post! Spot the difference.
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