gegen offenbach

karten für das pokal spiel gegen offenbach sind so gefragt wie wasser in die wüste. ich hat sicher karten bekommen. dann kam die frage, was will ich eigentlich in offenbach? da krieg ich bestimmt am ende nur stadion verbot. also, ich gehe nicht hin die können mich mal ! ich schau mich das speil an gemütlich in die kneipe wo da nur frankfurter sind ! SIEG !

dry january

Firstly happy new years to my faithful handfull of readers! To those of you who weren’t there or don’t know i opted for the working new years, earning money and getting drunk instead of giving out money and getting drunk. The decision was flawed…bad things happened… Moving swiftly along. Directly after new years infact new years day i got into bed after work and immediately got a fever that lasted 4 days. Why am i telling you this. It lead to my next decision. No alcohol for January. So far so good. I haven’t been to club keller…where they serve my favourite beer. Zäpfle. But i think i may brave it next week to see how strong my resolve is. Needless to say my body is appreciating the rest. Let this be an example to you kids out there, it can be done even in sachsenhausen.

the sister opens her own shop-succulent butterfly !

Well done to my sister for opening her own shop in Gordon’s Bay. Succulent Butterfly, for fashion and jewellery ! She has her own handmade jewellery and designers making clothing for the shop. The best of luck to you sister !

ein sieg für die adler !

3-1 für die adler. mehr will ich nicht sagen…jetzt kommen die spiele nach dem winter pause. ich wünche viel erfolg für die SGE !

scumbags in germany and pikeys in austria !

i have been to austria before,  in the summer. My first freeride outing on my then new SX trail 3. A beautiful place Austria, idylic one could say. Small villages strewn across mountinous countryside. This time for my first snowboarding trip….

Not to break tradition. i left for yet another trip straight after work. Not only after work but at 4 am, the killer Saturday shift. The scumbags were having their xmas party. i tried to keep it tidy ! After throwing out 2 germans who were bent on testing my patience and allegiance. My thors hammer, gone and a super festival t-shirt got offered for my brief but valliant administration of justice. Firstly they were making a racket, not singing any recognisable eintracht song i know. Then the misplaced looking bouncer starting singing england we love you. It didn’t take long. Bond ala John lent a hand. Hitler ala James sat in the corner writing ‘mein kampf’ with alt-sachsenhausen. If you don’t get it don’t ask. No really don’t.

Anyway after a record breaking packing time. Everyone thought i had packed the day before, no it really was after work. Five of us got in an opel with ski and snowboard gear to head to the birthcountry of hitler and Mozart and many cows that don’t know either of them or us or what an opel is. Anyway after absolutely no sleep in the car. We arrived. Had an hour laydown in the rooms and were out and about before i normally am on a Sunday that you can believe. A couple of the lads hit the slopes and couple hit the bars, i was in the latter category not wanting to exert myself on zero sleep. Evening fell and we went to the local ’stern’ to have dinner and a beer. We each contributed to the kitty and i  left my wallet on the bench next to me. Needless to say it was gone after this. i also want to add that the last time i was in austria my mobile and brand spanking new Spank cap also took a walk. So yes these people are pikeys parading as christians ! Well some of them. So my money gone my holiday spirit was somewhat dampened. This meant expense, hassle and no going to berlin for the eintracht game the following saturday as planned. Bastard ! Now that i think of it i left my phone on an underground in berlin and got it back.

Snow was and still is scarce this season, powder has about the same street value as that other powder the bankers are fond of. Braving the slope the next morning i thought i was never going to get up on that damn board. Well for the first 10 minutes anyway. Then it came slowly. After the second day i was still crap at it but better. i’m not sure who has more fun but i enjoyed it. Ok so the best part was getting to the bottom of the slope and hitting that hot chocolate and spiking it with rainers hip flask. A couple more trips and i’ll be impressing the slope sluts with my board form !

Thanks to James for the lend of the ski gear and to Andy for his board and showing me the basics on the slope.

picasso und das theater

i have never been a picasso fan. i have seen numerous exhibitions with his work and it just does not strike a chord with me. i can respect the dude, anyone who produces such an array of work and sells it like he has must be respected. Most of the works hail from private ownership. Which in itself is cool. i like the artist as i reckon he simply took the piss out of the art world or the world at large. This exhibition shows work from his earlier period 1900-1926. Showing costume designs, stage design, some writing, sketches, paintings, sculpture and remakes of the plays-ballets being projected too. The only thing that really stays with me when it comes to picasso is that he is a master of line and a jester himself. He also tore through the women like a rock star. He’s at the schirn til the 21st of Jan 07. Where there is also an exhibition called ‘i like america’ which is also pretty good. Showing the injins in relation to ze Germans and as such pretty interesting.

nick cave

It was a rough day for my sporting sides. Eintracht lost 0-3 to Bielefeld. First loss at home and a possible first time since dodos still worked the earth that Frankfurt could have been ahead of Bayern. It was not to be, as many other things that day. The boks got thumped. i Lost 20€ and my bok pride. Luckily i had to leave shortly after half time to catch the long awaited Nick Cave concert in Mainz.

This was nick without the bad seeds. He was suffering from a cold as was i. We got there at 20 past 8 due to parking problems. The aged once punk rocker had already started. The first time i have ever been late for a rock concert. Well i always arrive late the musos just never start on time. Anyway, we proceeded as late for school assembly-gingerly but with a certain defiance. Hidden at the back of some industry area was this venue,  Phönix Hall, more like converted slaughter Haus! Fitting for the man who is consumed with murder and love. Never mind. We were in row 11 ! Quality. The atmosphere was stiff. Glancing around i thought i had hit the wrong concert. Where were the freaks, the love children of old? i had seen this master of story telling some 5 years prior in London at the Brixton Academy. A crowd as conjured from the murder ballads album. This was more like a bankers meeting. The next song rolled on and a couple of people decided to stand infront of uncle nick on the piano. The venue ushers moved in like mall security to disperse the small gathering. Nick protested and suddenly swarms flew to the front. From here on the place turned livelier than an old age home on bingo night. My ears adjusted to the sound swashing straight down the venue all seemigly from the front. The tunes bashed on and on. Great. Nick of old, the fucking swearing, the dry humour. Mostly from his mellower repertoire. On it went for 2 and a half hours with 2 encours. The man is like 50 and balding but his still a the cool, dark arty type -’Mr motherfucker you know who i am and the barkeeper said no and i don’t give a good god damn…’ - Stagger Lee.  He has a new song only available only on myspace, which they played as we were leaving the slaughter house (recorded).  Can i relate to this song right now ! Thanks to all my biatches who clubbed in to get me the tickets for my birthday. You girls rock !

juliette and the licks

Juliette had her hand on my shoulder smiling, singing to me as i stood in front of the crowd. Maybe it was my Brad Pitt, Kalifornia t-shirt, maybe it was me. It was pretty cool none the less ! That was the first time i saw her at the Mousonturm, she rocked the place.  Rock-im-Park was the second time and needless to say also good but outdoors, where  energy dissipates before it hits, having said that she was still up to her stagediving antics !

This time i was working Monday shift as Anna was visiting the folks on the farm in the former DDR. Needless to say they are not banana farmers ! hehe ! By ‘chance’ i had my Licks t on from the first concert. Two crew lads having a drink put us on the guest list for her gig the next night at the cocoon club. Thanks lads. The gig was good, playing songs from her new album (four to the floor). Which is good. Juliette is better live. No doubt she has a presence. The cocoon club as a rock venue is questionable. It’s defiantely not rock and roll. Its techno, its white. Missing is the dark-beer-piss-sweat smell that one is all too accustomed too. The room isn’t made for live, the fecking dj box is in the way. Its hard to ‘rock out with your cock out’ in a venue like this ! Juliette rocked none the less. She is porn lads even though she has put on a small pot belly and lacks in the tits department. There is a dirt factor that just can’t be washed off !

Would you do that to a mate?

There i was standing infront of the 2007 model P2 from Specialized . Thinking its time to sell my scott octane and upgrade my ’stadt schlampe’ to this beauty. My mate was there and i was like this is the next bike i am going to buy. He was like ya thats well cool. Obviously ! So what does he do? The next day we go back to the bike shop and he takes MY white wonder and buys it before my eyes. i was like, prick and hit him, obviously. Anyway so now i was in the dilemma of getting the same bike with the same colour or going for another colour. This may seem all too trivial but we ride together man. We don’t want the same colour bike, its like worse than having the same clothes on, partner look extreme. Don’t have to tell you what that comes across like. Anyway so i am now forced to get the dark blue p2! What kind !? Check out the pics and give us your comments !

das macht mich alles aggressive!

Ah ya i must give him some credit for getting us a free lamp and a pretty fair discount !

Großer Feldberg

So yesterday was supposed to be another day of cycling up the feldberg as the bike parks are now closed for winter. As the tempretures plummited and rain loomed over the entire central Europe. I scoped the webcam on feldberg and decided to postpone my ascent (and descent) until proper winter cycling gear is aquired. Wotan on the other hand has showed his dismay by putting on a face for the most of Thursday, until he got his ‘rindswurst’ then all was forgiven.