White noise

I never realised how loud the wheels on my travel bag were until I dragged it to the station last Wednesday morning in readiness for my trip to Frankfurt. It felt like I would not only wake everyone who lives en route but also the hounds of hell. I even turned the volume up on my IPod to try to drown out the noise.

Maybe I should ask the council to resurface the paths to make them smoother.

The Bishop (as in 'tugging the...')

Thank you to the bloke on the platform this morning who decided he needed to rearrange his 'tackle' in view of everyone. A nice touch was the way he actually went onto tip toes right at the end of his act and had one final aggressive tug. Eight out of ten for artistic integrity. Nought out of ten for wearing cheap, grey, track suit bottoms......if only I had seen him park his beat up white van in the car park...

Bavarian madness

To have only fallen off the table I was dancing on once at Oktoberfest in Munich on Thursday evening was most definately a result given the amount of beer drunk! Next year I might even go the whole hog and buy some lederhosen and a pair of leather braces and a tight white shirt. At least I can take the two novelty hats I bought this year with me!!!

Fashion victim?

Fashion statement or fashion victim? Even I wouldn't wear a pair of bronze dalek cufflinks like the bloke I saw on the train yesterday. If it were me they would at least have diamonds on the tips of their antennae.

The Little People...

I was impressed with the hotel I stayed in a couple of weeks ago. They catered for absolutely everyone as they had spy holes in the bedroom doors at both three and five feet so it was good for adults, children and hobbits!