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jeudi 28 janvier 2010

Ostrich burgers and bad phone booths

I took a lot of random pictures in England. I went marketing (of course) and saw that low-fat is a selling point for ostrich burgers. There is an ostrich farm next to Cambridge. They must love the weather. How did someone get this brilliant idea?
My father asked me if ostriches were a more sustainable form of meat than cows, and my answer to that, as a trainee environmentalist, was to laugh incontrollably. I know that ostrich meat is very healthy, but there is something inately absurd about the bird that makes me snort at the idea of eating it.

The splendiferous part of Cambridge is how ornate everything is. You're walking in the street, minding your own business, and POF! Raise your head and you see this. You also meet people in bowler hats (the porters) who tell you about the history of the colleges. If you are a history nerd, this makes progress through the town very dawdling indeed.

I saw this every day in the Quaker library. I love that sentence. I'm not a believer, but as a recovering depressive, this rings a bell. I know, too sugary for words, but bear with me, turn up the Mahler, and have some fudge before it's all gone. There are moments where the light comes from the strangest places, from people you hardly know, or going on strange adventures, even from a little corner on the Internet. Sending hugs!

Am I going all maudlin on you? Fear not, I have pornographic phone booths for my finish!

In all the red phone booths in London, you get these pornographic postcards with numbers you can call. Firstly, this is so low-tech it's laughable. Secondly, in a public phone booth? With kids going to school? Or do you stealthily steal a card with a robot-lady wearing a strap-on, saying "I can go through the back door, can you?" and slip it in your business bag, in case of an emergency?

The moral of this is that a girl can spend hours thinking about GOD LIFE LIGHT WORK QUAKERS and end up snapping dirty pictures while giggling like a fool.

dimanche 25 octobre 2009

Fire over Dillenburg!

A tale of two cities.





Look who's in Dillenburg, looking refreshed and not at all under the weather? 'Tis I,by Jove.


So I went, I saw and I conquered.
Yeah, my train was late, I was exhausted, but it was still pretty funny. I went back to my workcamp site from this summer to see the musical the town wrote, composed and staged: Feuer über Dillenburg.
Yup, it rocked.

They did an amazing job, working their arsches off for three years and rehearsing into madness; no one was a professional, the orchestra was the regional youth formation, the actors were local talents etc.
I was super proud and moved.
My friend Tosca (who's 14 BTW) was a dancer. I took a picture of her with Armin, who played the French bad guy.
Armin, Tosca und Annie. Is that a Napoleon look-a-like or have I stumbled into a wax museum?
Also Tosca danced as an evil gypsy, while looking like a German milkmaid.

Then I went to the afterparty. Ach du meine Güte. It was wild! So imagine a bunch of drunk German teenagers in a gym gyrating to Britney and David Guetta. Yup.
Here we have the before...Look at those innocent miens, and one of them teenagers is wearing a suit. I mean, really?
That tie would soon end up being used as a harness.
Unfortunately, I was too busy getting deaf next to the boom box to take a pic.
Then it got OUT OF CONTROL.








Look at the debauchery. Dancing and drinking.























One guy pictured here took a mad fancy to me and got some good lines. (He was seventeen).
My favourite: "My braces are being removed next week, let's celebrate by kissing."
How sweet. He did invite me for a slow dance, which was a first. He was much taller than me, and he stroked my hair and told me I was the prettiest girl in the room. Also that it was wonderful to meet a girl who had good conversational skills. Then he gazed at me romantically and asked me if I wanted apple juice or to be kissed. SMOOTH. I chose Apferschorle. Underage men are fun, but juice is wonderful.

After narrowly avoiding being mauled by the jailbait in the room, Tosca and I went to bed at five in the morning. Shocking.
We had coffee next day with Tobias and his girlfriend, both were super friendly and nice. Tobias taught me how to drive this summer.























Tobias, GF and Tosca





Neun und Neunzig Luftballoons of WIN. Bikers!

Then I went home. Oh Dillenburg, you are endlessly surreal.