Rory Weekend - Part 2

Day 2/3 - 17th/18th March

I don't think I was sober for any part of the weekend after that, so days two and three have merged into one big blur..

It was Kasia's last night, so we threw a party at the bungalow, then smashed into some Olydisco - the crappest club in Munich. It's been renamed 'Collydisco', as it appears remarkably similar to a gash old club in Coventry we used to visit religiously.

I'd like to write about it, but I can't because I was annihilated. Here are some photos:

Paul's eyes are rather worryingly glazed:

Fabrizio war vernichtet:

Hanging up my fleece in the cloakroom:

Rory Weekend - Part 1

My good friend, Rory, had decided to visit us. The danger was that whenever anything happens involving Rory, Paul and myself, it ends in tears. This weekend was no exception.

Day 1 - Thursday 16th March

I had to meet the old bastard at the airport first thing, and I was late. Luckily for me, his flight was delayed an hour, so I had a banana and an ice tea in the arrivals lounge.

My mates didn't surface until mid-afternoon, so I took Rory for some dinner at the Italian restaurant. Romantic.

I knew we were likely to spend most of the weekend drinking and clubbing, so I suggested we do something 'holidayish' before my old enemy, the sun, fucked off. We opted for iceskating... but it was closed, so we bought a crate of beer. Dermo, Chris, Rory, Paul and I then decided to climb to the top of the Olympic tower, as none of us had been, and at least it was something 'touristy' to do. (We took our own booze).

It turned out there was a rock museum up at the top, so we stayed for an hour or so.

All of us pretty smashed by this point, headed to the Bierstube to get Rory a 'Welcome to Munich' litre of beer. I'd suggested heading to the Atomic Café, but Johannes had the key to his Fraternity building..

King Monkey and his advisors:

Cocky Housemate Scum:

Time to hit a club. I can't remember much. We bumped into our Sicilian friends in the Milchbar, then headed somewhere new. Everything else is a blur. I should take my camera out more often.

Getting a little overexcited with Heinrich The Lion:

Team Sicilia:

Don't be deceived by the facial expression. Johannes went home with this guy...

Why I Stay In Bed All Day

I haven't left the gaff for three days now. I have clean sheets, and my bed is nice and comfy. Whenever I leave it, things start to go wrong. Two days ago, I stepped out of bed to go and take a shower, got my foot ravelled up in an old towel, and fell flat on my face. What did I do then? I fucking got back into bed and slept the remainder of the afternoon away. Let's stick to what I know, and what I'm good at.

Yesterday, I managed to take a shower, but afterwards trod on a big chunk of broken glass, left over from last week's party. After cleaning the blood off the floor, and putting an old sock over my heel, I got back into bed and slept off another day.

Today, I woke up at 10.40am. I was so proud. I started making myself an omelette, but got caught up watching 'The Fresh Prince' on ORF1, and burnt the fucker to pieces. I then nearly set myself on fire trying to wash the pan full of oil with cold water. Solution? I munched on a stale slice of bread, then got back into bed. I resurfaced around 5pm, ready to face the evening.

A photo of my younger brother, Sleepy Monkey:

Excuses, excuses...

The fake reason I haven't updated the site for ages:

I've been working hard on my German and packing up my stuff. The move into Trinksky's has been stressful and tiring.

The real reason I haven't updated the site for ages:

I've been hungover as a c**t for the last two weeks.

In my defence, Paul's foot and the height of the snow have made it hard to do much. I managed to get to the shop to buy something to eat yesterday, but getting back was an absolute fucking mission:

Bath Day

Today is always the worst day of the month: fucking 'bath-day'. Paul's had a few complaints that I smell, so he gave me a shower this afternoon. I'm not speaking to him at the moment.

Big Monkey Salutes Pasquale D'Andrea