I want to be rich! I want a trophy wife,
but most of all I want to travel first class
on planes. Just for legroom, free booze,
and status.
However, to be rich I need money. Here you see my great business idea. You like tea and you like fizzy water, so what about fizzy tea? I have tried heating the fizzy water, but all the bubbles were lost. But I should persist. Perhaps I should add salt to the water.
There is a festival called Elberfeld Cocktails,
that is running this weekend in Wuppertal.
(Elberfeld is one of the towns that makes up
Wuppertal). Last year, I did go to the festival, but
I didn't drink anything -- somehow this surprised
the friends I was with yesterday.
So this year I went to the festival feeling burnt out with a thirst on me. The festival was just many stalls selling food and drinks with some small stages in the city center. On one of the stages we saw an Elvis tribute band, before a few drops of rain forced us to go to the Chinese restaurant.
I drank three Cocktails at different stands. The cocktails were shots with juice, so not too sophisticated. I like the idea of taking a Martini, but somehow that is never an option -- at least in the places I looked at. But the festival is still ongoing today, perhaps I should search again .....
I am feeling really burnt out. I am not getting
enough sleep and I am tired all the time.
Luckily my holiday starts on Tuesday. I am
going to Rhodes in Greece for 1 week, where
hopefully I will see many tourist attractions,
such as the sun and the blue sky.
Some of the other tourist attractions in Rhodes no longer exist. Now I see that they are planning to rebuild it.
I was a bit nervous of the film, because they could have been a lot of children there, and perhaps even worse people in costume. Luckily the film was in English so that cut the audience to 18+. The theater was full.
It was a two film double bill, which raises the question is it possible to have too much Harry Potter? The answer is yes if the theater is a bit hot and the couch a uncomfortable. The showing started at 19:30 and ended at 00:20.
The penultimate film was too long and a bit slow, but the final film moved a long a lot faster. My main problem is that Harry Potter is receiving a private eduction, much like an evil Etonian does. Personally I would have built a nice Comprehensive school on the grounds of the destroyed Hogwarts. No doubt Harry got a job at the Ministry of Magic -- just from his old school connections, rather than any ability. It is Cameron all over again.
I quite fancied the weird gothic chick in the film. Well OK she was a bit weird and a psychopath, but she probably likes to listen to the Fall, and she wouldn't drag me to see Opera and ballet, as Hermione no doubt would
I think I am a chilli addict. This is what I
had for lunch, but with no chillis.
And that made me feel sad.
I have to walk
into town to get a supply of fresh chillies.
It is Sunday today so everything is closed, but
I have been thinking about getting better
supply routes. Chillies go so well with tuna.
My balcony is very important to me. I like reading
on it, but sometimes it can be a bit cold. I thought
that putting on a dressing gown on the balcony
I used to own
a nice black dressing gown, but I lost it in my move
to Germany. I thought I looked kind of alluring in it,
as my leggy flesh would occasionally leak out.
So I decided to buy a new dressing gown. But as I stood in C&A I suddenly had to decide what kind of image I wanted to project with my dressing gown.
On the rack there were some silky dressing gowns. Not for me I thought, not manly enough. I thought. Too arty as well, but then I thought I don't want to buy anything too boring. I don't want to be the bitter old man in ratty dressing gown with a bald head and a ciggy in my mouth, randomly shouting at people, shuffling about the house. I started to panic, because a real man doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about a clothes purchase.
Anyway I just got the cheapest dressing gown.
After I was musing on the nature of beauty and lust. It started raining again. Not in a hard core kind of way, but in that's the end of the summer for you kind of way.
Vielleicht bin ich ein alter Lustling aber ich will ein toller Henger sein.
This was a science fiction book aimed at young adults. The heros of the book were 3 teenagers:2 girls and a boy, who find a spaceship. I can't be bothered telling you the plot, but the book felt a bit clunky at the start and I felt I wasn't going tp be able to finish it. Things picked up later in the book, and not just because people started to get murdered.
The parents of the familes were very perfect. The heros were upset about stuff, but there was never any real rebellion or the hate of a real family.
Toxteth is a small district in Liverpool,
that is (in)famous for having riots in the 80s.
I lived there for about 5 years. How did
I end up living there. Well, as usual I
didn't actually know the flat was in Toxteth
when I first rented it.
The flat was incredibly cheap, as 220 pounds a month for a one bedroom flat. When I first moved there, a lot of the nearby buddings were boarded up. At the end of the road was a burned down pub. During the 5 years I was there, there was a lot of new buildings. For example, the pub was torn down and replaced with a funeral parlor.
There was a small collection of shops and a big supermarket close to my flat. I now see that they have put a big Tescos on Park Road close to my old flat. The UK will be full of Tescos soon. I really miss tesco -- just the smell of the food.
I pulled the picture off the web. If I have not made a mistake, this is an old closed cinema that was at the bottom of Park Road.
I just finished reading Déjà Vu: A Technothriller on my Kindle (price 86 pence). I didn't read the book in the space of a few days, but rather spread the pleasure out over a week. As a result I was confused about what was happening about 40% through the book. The plot involved time travel and artificial intelligence of some kind. After the plot lines came together, I had a better idea of what was going on.
Ohhh, there is a second book in the series for only 70p. What to do?
So I think that Liverpool is a better place
since last week, because the hated Everyman
Bistro has closed down.
I worked at the University of the Liverpool for 8 years. Even after that time, the only political power that I acquired was choosing the place we went for lunch before the regular theory seminar. Unfortunately, since before the beginning of time, the theory group used to go to the Everyman bistro for lunch. There were rumors that once during the 80s there was a trip to a strip-joint, where they probably complained that the food was not as good as that you can get at the Everyman.
Now let me tell you about the Everyman bistro. It served meat and rice - that they used to microwave to heat up. How hard is it to use a microwave? Apparently very hard, because I would regularly get cold curry. Obviously, none of the food was that spicy, because the middle class can't be stressed by anything extreme. And it served a vast amount of quiche -- the bitter nectar of the bland middle class.
I did like to see the look of wonder on the theory group's faces when we went to a new cafe, such as Kinos. However, I know that once I had left, they went back to their regular favorite of the Everyman. Some people don't want to change.
I do pity the author's partner, because there were quite a few anal sex scenes. I suspect that the author had to practice, but perhaps he just read up about it on the internet.
It was unlikely that the woman was my impossible love, especially as she lives in the UK, but I still hoped that she would be waiting for me at my office. There was nobody at my work. My office was empty -- much like my life.
First blog bost from my new android tablet. A keyboard would be nice, but a person has to sufer if they want to be cool.
However, I don't regret reading "Stories of your life" by Ted Chiang. All the stories were very science based, and very clever. For example the basis of the short story: "Tower of Babylon" is the topolog of the world.
So after reading the book, I naturally wanted to read more. Unfortunately, Amazon tells me that he has only written one more novel. Given that he was born in 1967 (the same year as me), I was disappointed. Look, Ted write some more books please, you lazy bastard.
People keep telling me I need to lose weight.
This is of course true, so I have started
my chili diet. The basic idea is to
let the chilies burn the fat off me.
I usually buy some fresh chilies from the big supermarket
in town. This evening I am having
chili with schnitzel.
Perhaps typically for Germany, the chilies are not super-hot, but after meals my stomach feels chemically unstable. At the end of diet, I will be thin and be in the possession of a new wonder diet, that I will sell, and become hugely rich.