The derby defeat against perceived three leap years I was somewhat offset in Schreiblethargie, and to write instead of obscene lines for the blog scene, I go a few days Absinthe consuming and mandalas tinkering with my homies from Simon & Art . Meanwhile, I got my inner peace again found, and so ... read for yourself:
Before Game 1, after the guest appearance in a 4-minute master-country, come here a few survival tips from me to you: Never go to Derby ! Worth is known before in the rarest cases. But if you still want to do it, does not travel with the FA in special buses! Holy Mother of God, what is there for a mitfährt people themselves embarrassed (and I'm generally rather embarrassing). Bawling on the bus while banging on the windows, I could clean pull on a 45-minute tour yet, but as you can dash after 10 minutes by bus at 5-minute intervals to the front by the bus driver on a Pisspause ask me remains a mystery. Well, it was stop pissing in bottles, and then umgeschuppst as the Pope at Christmas. Positive highlights of the trip were the well-known song, for me, partly new, verses ("Who pays the deposit on cans with Puff?" Or "Who drives the locomotive on Lummerland?" - Answer: "Only the Ebbe Sand," which is incidentally gay, and it "Asamoah by hand" does) and the (unintended) interpretation of a famous battle song by a few mindless fellow passengers: "Forza BVB - black & yellow olé - I have my life here spent every day and every night. "Well guys, for your intellect, you will probably in the next few years will find the city limits. Needless to say that the guys were on the way back, not on the bus - are intended to run with the locomotive after Lummerland, for which at least provide an on-board toilet
A week later in the evening. against the wrong Borussia retracted a handsome victory. The day started for Martin and me, however, been terrific with the visit of a seminar "brew specialty beers themselves" in the ecology station Bergkamen. Sounds a lot like Birkenstocks, but was really amusing. Ca. 25, most vigorous, men were in the morning drove by 10 clock of her pearls to the seminar where we expected the brewer Gerd. The horny Gerd was a true original, who told us for 5 hours of his scientific knowledge on the subject of beer in a highly entertaining way and manner, and it was a) new beer brewed and b) the beer consumed the previous group. Nice, Märzen without booze on tap - went like hot cakes! True to Gerd's motto: "Seven beers are auch'n steak - but then still hate drinking anything!" Windowed we really a pure. As Martins damsel us by 15 clock picks up and brought into the cross-quarters, I slept through the first 25 minute ride ;-) After a little solid food but we were back to operating temperature and were able to celebrate due home win.
Before Game 1, after the guest appearance in a 4-minute master-country, come here a few survival tips from me to you: Never go to Derby ! Worth is known before in the rarest cases. But if you still want to do it, does not travel with the FA in special buses! Holy Mother of God, what is there for a mitfährt people themselves embarrassed (and I'm generally rather embarrassing). Bawling on the bus while banging on the windows, I could clean pull on a 45-minute tour yet, but as you can dash after 10 minutes by bus at 5-minute intervals to the front by the bus driver on a Pisspause ask me remains a mystery. Well, it was stop pissing in bottles, and then umgeschuppst as the Pope at Christmas. Positive highlights of the trip were the well-known song, for me, partly new, verses ("Who pays the deposit on cans with Puff?" Or "Who drives the locomotive on Lummerland?" - Answer: "Only the Ebbe Sand," which is incidentally gay, and it "Asamoah by hand" does) and the (unintended) interpretation of a famous battle song by a few mindless fellow passengers: "Forza BVB - black & yellow olé - I have my life here spent every day and every night. "Well guys, for your intellect, you will probably in the next few years will find the city limits. Needless to say that the guys were on the way back, not on the bus - are intended to run with the locomotive after Lummerland, for which at least provide an on-board toilet
A week later in the evening. against the wrong Borussia retracted a handsome victory. The day started for Martin and me, however, been terrific with the visit of a seminar "brew specialty beers themselves" in the ecology station Bergkamen. Sounds a lot like Birkenstocks, but was really amusing. Ca. 25, most vigorous, men were in the morning drove by 10 clock of her pearls to the seminar where we expected the brewer Gerd. The horny Gerd was a true original, who told us for 5 hours of his scientific knowledge on the subject of beer in a highly entertaining way and manner, and it was a) new beer brewed and b) the beer consumed the previous group. Nice, Märzen without booze on tap - went like hot cakes! True to Gerd's motto: "Seven beers are auch'n steak - but then still hate drinking anything!" Windowed we really a pure. As Martins damsel us by 15 clock picks up and brought into the cross-quarters, I slept through the first 25 minute ride ;-) After a little solid food but we were back to operating temperature and were able to celebrate due home win.
the presence of BVB amateurs against Bremen II I missed work-related, but the home game on the road I did not miss Castroper me. As a companion Holger was chosen, the soft technically inferior to the Kordl in nothing. The game was won and therefore well known to my mood was at home. In Dortmund, yet easily made recently to attend the next event: a pop party / concert in the Westphalia Hall 2, we boarded thanks to "Connections" for nothing. After a brief stop at the beer stand offered to us upon entering the hall, a bizarre picture: at the end of the hall there was a temporary seat grandstand, which was fairly busy. Tickets for regular way, cost 40 euros ... The present Sitzplatzkanacken had was the right first 30 meters NIX, because the concert attended embarrassing thin. Only when the stage came a little closer, it became a little fuller. The Standing Room Incidentally, would cost 30 euros - not just one catch. Especially since the live musical program by Markus Becker, Wayne Toups, the Wendler and Mickey Krause more "moderate" was. Anyway, we left the money saved on entry to the beer stand and drank us this event well - will work out at many football games! Fascinating the way, what is happening for scenes as the stage entered the Wendler - housewives engaged as the post-war youth at a Beatles concert. Trends's ...
before yesterday witnessed the slaughter of more amateurs by Carl Zeiss, and tomorrow you go then stand against the club whose fans are known to Dick, instead of breasts. And Sunday will be performed at the Martin when horny Gerd skilled crafts. At least one of two program points will probably be a successful event - even without Wendler.