Let's F**cking Do This!

Paul and I bought our coach tickets to Poland (on the brutal cheap). The problem is that it takes eighteen hours to get there, and I really don't think I can put up with him for that long. Some serious iPod charging is needed. I changed some currency in Munich's main station this afternoon, so I'm pretty much kitted out for the trip. Just need to pack a few emergency bananas.

Corpse Bride

Today I watched Tim Burton's Corpse Bride in German, then English. The Germans actually made a fucking good job of the songs and voices - I thoroughly enjoyed it. I hope one day I can star in a film like that.

Nie mam pieniędzy

I've decided to go to Warsaw to visit Polish Monkey. The flights and train are too expensive for Paul, so we're gonna cycle on this badboy:

Missing In Action

I accidentally got lost in Olympiazentrum and couldn't find my way back to the bungalow. Paul printed off over 800 flyers, and eventually (after three days) someone gave him a ring and took me home.

He was pretty mad, but also quite relieved, so he made me a massive dinner to celebrate:

Polski tydzien z Trinskette w Monachium

Maciej Trzcínski

Siostra Trynskiego przyjechala do nas na tydzien. Mieszkala ze mna, Paulem i Trynskim pod jednym dachem.

Trinskette zabrala mnie na zwiedzanie. Bylismy na wiezy w parku olimpijskim.

Bardzo mi sie tam podobalo, szczegolnie gdy ogladalem Monachium przez Super Zoom.

Zawsze chcialem miec zdjecie na tle Olympiazentrum. Przez moment czulem sie jak ptak.

W drodze powrotnej zrobilem sobie jeszcze fotke na tle BMW - mam nadzieje, ze kiedys jak podrosne bede rozbijal sie po miescie wozkiem z tej fabryki.

Nie obylo sie oczywiscie bez porzadnej imprezy. Swietowalismy 21 urodziny Chrisa, przez 3 dni - jest co wspominac.

Dobrze wspominam tydzien spedzony z Trinskette - musze przyznac, ze mnie oczarowala. Mam nadzieje, ze jeszcze nie raz sie spotkamy.

A Visitor

My friend Emma visited me from London for a few days. Here's what happened:

The plane was delayed a good hour, so I had to twat about in the airport. Everything's painfully expensive there, but I had a pint and a banana anyway. I gave her a quick Munich sightsee, then we celebrated her arrival in true Big Monkey style:

There's a funfare running in Munich. I was hungover as a bastard, but Chris, Paul, Emma and I went along anyway. I wanted to get my face painted as a human, but Paul said it was a daft idea. I was allowed to go on the Dodgems, but I was too small to drive:

The weather was vintage all week, so we spent most of the time sunbathing in the English Gardens (the largest park in Europe), and getting tanked. We all needed new sunglasses:

We even visited a traditional, Oktoberfest-style beer hall in Munich:

Emma made me dinner a number of times. It's the first time I've really lived like a king in Munich. I fear I may have to leave Paul soon.

Broadcast Yourself

I recovered some old footage of my great grandfather, Big Monkey, in the attic. Check it out:

Big Monkey

BBQ

I'm sick of wanking around with baked beans everyday, so I stole a small barbeque, bought coal and lighter fluid, then invited the lads over for some proper food. Escobar's brought some BBQ sauce with honey all the way from the States - blinding stuff.