Bonjour Munich!

Published on Mon 20 Aug 2007

Rob Styles has managed to get to the top of my "people it would be better if had never been born" list, closely followed by John Terry. What a jumped up little moron. I hope he feels really stupid today.

I'm just back from my friend Ciaron's stag do in Munich and feeling surprisingly good. Saying that, I suspect I'll have a bit of an early night. It feels like we were gone for about a week. I love it when I get to burst out of this little rut I've got myself into - it makes time stop whizzing past for a while. I believe that most of what happened there is covered by some kind of non-disclosure agreement, but there was an awful lot of laughing (it took me a good 2 hours to get over the word einfahrte), quite a lot of walking (though not a lot of sightseeing really), a lot of (big) beer, some horrible schnapps, a lot of sausages, a lot of accordians (for some reason 80% of the buskers have them), a fair amount of silliness, a couple of incidents of fountain abuse, some cheese that smelt of cow shit, and, best of all, no computer use. Annoyingly, my left hand (which still hurts from failing to catch that American football last week) is slightly covered in cuts. Not sure what happened there. I accidentally took my Cambridge season ticket along in my pocket left over from the (excellent) game on Thursday. I was going to take pictures of it next to various landmarks, but I thought it might be more prudent to leave it in my bag. Some locals had a good laugh about how expensive they are compared to German ones.

Anyhoo - here are the photos that are fit for public consumption.

Munich is a pretty place...

The cathedral is REALLY big.

There's quite a lot of street entertainment in the centre

This guy was weird - he's playing open strings on a cello and blowing a duck whistle, seemingly attempting to make a noise like a set of bagpipes. Check out the tache.

Even statues need a break...

Big beer.

Ciaron, Tony, Dave and Ross.

This was pretty cool - there were people surfing on a big wave in the river that got generated by it coming out from under a bridge. They could go surprisingly fast.

Diesal and Jay, having learnt their lesson...

Ross's pants. How old are we?

I want one of these. I suppose I'd need a urinal first.

I wonder if they ever actually need to have 30 odd trains next to each other at the same time.

They were showing us the pictures of that plane catching fire in Japan while we were in the departure lounge this morning. Pretty good choice I thought. I really like the new frisking technique they're employing at airports, it's like a massage or something - I felt really quite invigorated. I shall have to look as shifty as possible next time I go somehwere.

Ha, I've just remembered that I phoned some poor German bloke by mistake because I didn't have a +44 in front of Bob's number in my address book. Twice. We spent a while going "Bob?" "Wass?" "Bob, is that you?" "Wass?" "Bob, are you taking the piss?" "Wass?".

What on earth is going on with Paul in Neighbours? I've not seen it for a while and he's gone all funny. Is that Fox guy a Fight Club style imaginary person? Oh, he his.

The news reporter just accidentally called Phillip Lawrence's widow his "widiot". Oopsy daisy.