So where did I leave off?
Ah, yes! Being a little pissed after watching Rampage play footie!
After grabbing some “sneaky beers” – the same a Cheeky Beer in Birmingham – we headed back to Chez Rampage for a quick dump, Guinness and change of clothes and then headed off to the Karneval (carnival) that was taking place in Berlin at the time.
Rampage has a mate who has a mate who invited him via him to view the Karneval from his balcony over-looking the whole thing. the sun was roasting and I did burned my head!
After a while we decided to go back to Chez Rampage so that Brad and I could have a little sleep as by this point we’d both been up for about twenty-six hours so a little nap would do us good. The plan was to sleep for three hours, wake, text Rampage to find out where he was and then go meet him.
This plan failed. Drastcially!
We slept… for eighteen hours… with small breaks inbetween.
I woke up about midnight when Ramps came in and bashed away at his ‘puter like he was trying to hammer the keys back in with his tiny mallet fingers. I woke again about 4ish when Rampie came home, farted and then fell into bed. I then work around 7ish when I went for a pee and fag. Half an hour after being back in bed Ramps woke up once more, with a huge erection*, and I said good morning. His repyl was “Uggh nurrg urgghh nurg need pee uggh gugrg nurrg,” and he left, returning about 5 minutes later and falling back in to bed.
I woke again a little while later and lay in bed reading some of the Rampies impressive amount of classic books – the Divine Comedy, A Picture of Dorian Gray and Lesbians Expose Monthly, to name but a few.
Finally by midday everyone was up with Ramps feeling a little worse for all the alcohol he’d had.
We headed off for breakfast at an all you can eat buffet place and pigged out on bread and cheese and scrambled egg and some raw meat product that I only took one bit of. Then we had a stoll in the park where the was a fair on and a ride where you could get “Well Flung!”
From there we walked up to Tempelhof Airport. An airport built by Hitler and then used by the American’s up until the 70′s during the cold war when Russia became a little bit of a pain in the ass.
Seeing the airport and knowing it’s history was qutie awe inspiring. I love history and seeing something built by Hitler was quite a humbling moment for me. It’s a shame they plan to flatten it.
From there it was a short bus ride to meet Kelly.
Now people are waiting for me as we’re off to see more sites so I’ll tell you more about the meet and greet at the airport, the ethopian food, the coffin and the ambiwanking later.
TTFN x
*he’ll be thrilled I added that I’m sure!
