"I have nothing to declare but my genius": Deutschland

Ok, so I haven't exactly been very good at this lately, and yes, there are many (oh so many) things I need to blog about. I will try to be quick.

1. Bought a car - Self explanatory
2. Found out said car had a sort of rusted hole where the exhaust should be (explaining the noise that came out of the rear end - of the car - every time we started it.)
3. Have had tonsilitis (I didn't say this was going to be an interesting update) for the past 3 weeks, and scared all the kids at work by threatening them with it.
4. Consequently Mike kept well clear of me for a LOOOOONG time (not so fun)
5. Went to Germany with tonisilitis.

Here I will expand a little. The trip to Germany was fun filled, despite the tonsilitis. I have a very good friend called Kirsty who was living in Berlin who we stayed with (she is now back in the less glam Bristol area). We did ice skating,

we did a snow slide whereby I got given a huge rubber ring to sit on that said 'hardbody' oh the irony.

We ate phallic fruit at the German Christmas Markets

One night we had dinner up the Television tower in the rotating restaurant at the top (not good if you have vertigo, but luckily no one did). That was awesome, and it was where we saw a cool gingerbread house which was inspiration for my cooking the other night.

We did lots of touristy things, Mike was very impressed with the Reichstag building, and we went to see a bit of the wall that is still standing. Mike had to explain to me very patitently all about the wall, as I am terribly uncultured, despite having been to Berlin twice before, and Checkpoint Charlie on one visit. Yes, I know, how could I still NOT understand the politics? Lets just say I'm special and leave it at that eh.

We met fellow air hostesses Catherine and Louise "Throttle Back, Flaps up, what a lot of thrust.....ooooh". Louise is a filthy bitch! No, really! See photo below, entitled 'cherub penis stroking' it happened in a restaurant by the way, and no, it wasn't empty.

See what I mean?

Kirsty and I got a little carried away on Gluwein one night and decided to be 'Prime British Birds' on the U-Bahn platform much to the bewilderment of the other German passengers:

And then there was the incident when I got off the snowslide and turned around to the call of 'Ali' from Mike to be faced with this horrible, grotesque monster! No, not mike.

However, this is only as bad as Mike ever looks in the morning, so clearly it didn't frighten me too much, and instead I embraced the devil monster (hopefully scaring IT).

We did have some upperclass times too, hobnobbing it up in no less than a Moet Champagne bar, in Galleries La Fayette, which bizarrely have expanded from Paris to Berlin. The Berlin one is in complete contrast to the ancient Paris store, which is lovely and ornate and obviously old. It is very much in likeness to Harrods in London. This one though has the emphasis very much set on the modern and bizarre. There is some sort of glass mirror concave thing in the centre that is cylindrical and looks like it might be copying the Reichstag in some ways. Around this on swings were the mannequins in lingerie...very racy. Anwyay, the bar was lovely as you can see: The only other thing to really report was the random Free Hugs we found in a German Market (the one we went ice skating in), walking through off the Tram one day and there were all these people with signs saying 'free hug', did exactly what it said on the sign, and whilst initially seemed a little weird, certainly caused a few laughs; thus brightening up your day without realising it. Clever eh.