Today is another write off. It’s all about nursing myself back to health and trying to remember what the hell happened these past few days. I do know that I’ve got some new friends on facebook though, and I’ve managed to locate a decent Curry-wurst place which is keeping me alive. I’ve also come up …
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Hitchhiking to India
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Waster
So remember me telling you I woke up in a chair by a river? Well that was around 8 o clock tonight. Suffice to say that I spent most of my time asleep, in the back of a taxi, or passed out fully clothed in my kilt at the hostel. Productivity at its very best.
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A parting of ways
It has been decided that it’s probably for the best that I don’t attend the wedding. It would be just a little too odd. As such following a new hairdo finally, Katty and myself part ways. I have had a great time over the past week and I would dearly have loved to attend the …
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The art of conversation
Today feels a bit heavy, for more than one reason. I can’t shake the awkwardness I’m feeling, the sky’s over Berlin are grey and rainy, and we’re visiting the Jewish holocaust memorial. It all comes together to make Stuart an unhappy boy. I’m not going to labour the point about how emotional the museum is; you’ve heard …
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Awkward in Germany
I find myself in the bizarre situation of meeting the family of a girl I’ve known for a grand total of around ten days. This should be a laugh a minute. Touch down in Berlin after the usual slog of three different airports and two flights. I hate the fact I have to put my life on …
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Back to earth
I’ve not showered for three days. It’s safe to say I smell like a turd. As we’ve not stayed out drinking ourselves silly last night we manage to get packed up and back into the city pretty sharpish. Sometimes it’s nice not washing for a couple of days purely for that wonderful moment when you …
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Radiohead
I’m actually dead to the world when we get up this morning. The tent is cooking in spite of the shade from the trees, and we’re forced to rise early and try to follow the shadow cast by the slim trunks around us. It’s not until very late that we make it into the festival …
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The Cure
It’s fair to say I came to The Cure late. I remember sitting in a cinema circa 2000 when an advert for HP printers came on. I was trying desperately to learn the name of the song accompanying it, when I overheard someone say it was called “Pictures Of You”. I rushed straight out and …
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The Stone Roses
I’ve always had a bit of a love/hate relationship with festivals. There is always a pressure to see the great moments, best bands, meet nice women, get off your face and not miss the hilarity with your mates, find the toilet that hasn’t been pebble dashed by a curry eating booze monkey, and manage to …
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Taking it easy; Euro style
After one of those crazy nights where you shouldn’t go out but you’re compelled to do so because you’re in a European capital, we rise late and do very little. Lisbon is beautiful. It’s a bright and vibrant meeting of old world architecture and a young party scene. I’ve always adored the cafe culture that is …
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