Over the next few days, I’ll be publishing a series of posts about what I did on Berlin. And naturally the first of these has to be dedicated to the marvellous Eddie Izzard – the main reason we went there and something I’d been wanting to do for at least ten years. And Mr Izzard did not disappoint. The show was exactly as funny as I was expecting. I don’t want to give too much away, but for those who are familiar with his previous tours, Darth Vader makes a return (as does Penne all’arrabbiata – which I’ve just had to look up the spelling for. How many b’s??). Force majeure is, of course, a French word that literally means superior force. In legal terms, however, we speak of an act of God… and so, as you might have expected, religion was a topic – including the fact that Charles I of England was obviously not appointed by God, no matter what he believed, otherwise the whole beheading thing probably wouldn’t have worked out (watching Eddie Izzard do the actions for an axe boinging off somebody’s neck was hilarious!). Other topics include human sacrifice, the simplicity of the English language (spoon, spoons…. none of this gender lark!) and ghost cows wondering round a New York hotel. A slightly surreal sounding mixture, but if you were there I’m sure you would have laughed just as hard as I did!
We weren’t allowed to take photos during the show (obviously), but here’s a rather blurry one of the poster advertising it:
What? You didn’t think I’d go a week without posting my Friday letters did you? Even if I’m not actually around. This is a scheduled post, so I apologise in advance for not replying to your comments. I will when I return, promise!
Dear Berlin. Hii! I am currently in you! (Oooh, that sounds kind of dodgy…)
Dear Eddie Izzard. NO MORE SLEEPS til I see you live! Excited is an understatement…
Dear readers. Sorryyy, I had to mention Eddie Izzard again. But I promise to do so only once more after this post, ok? (Come on… you don’t seriously expect me not to blog about what I’m sure is going to be one of the best evenings of my life, do you?)
Dear weather. I would be most grateful if you could prove the weathermen (and women) wrong over the next couple of days. I do not want to wander around Berlin in the snow and rain thank you very much!
Dear Karlsruhe. I hope by the time I see you again on Tuesday Spring will finally have arrived!
Happy Friday everyone. I hope you all have a fabulous weekend.
The title of a post is something that Germany supporters chanted during the 2006 Football World Cup. For those who don’t remember, in that year, Germany were the hosts of said World Cup, and the final was to be held in Berlin, hence the chant. For non-German speakers, it means “Berlin, Berlin, we’re going to Berlin!” Germany did not, in fact, go to Berlin for the final – they lost to Italy (the eventual champions) and ended up coming third overall after beating Portugal in Stuttgart. There’s your lesson on German culture for the day. 😉
Jan and I are not taking part in a football competition, but we are going to Berlin. Tomorrow. We’re mostly going to see Eddie Izzard (my absolute favourite comedian EVER!), but being in Berlin and not actually seeing anything seemed pretty pointless, so I applied for four days off work and we’ll be in Berlin until Tuesday – returning just in time for the quiz on Tuesday (a week late this month due to Easter). I do have a few posts scheduled for you, but other than that you won’t hear from me until I get back.
Here, have someone else’s photo of the Brandenburg Gate.
I’ll “speak” to you all when I return. In the meantime, please don’t blog toooo much, or I’ll never catch up 😉
Both the weekend and this week seemed to go by incredibly fast – I can’t believe it’s Friday again already! After an incredibly busy weekend last week, this time I have no plans whatsoever. The flat is a tip though, so it seems like a cleaning sesssion should be in order. If I can be bothered, that is. 😉
Here come this week’s Friday letters.
Dear Eddie Izzard. Two weeks today, I shall be at your show in Berlin! This thought makes me so excited that I may have actually just squeed aloud. I actually, genuinely cannot wait!
Dear Berlin. Do you think maybe you could start to show signs of spring by the time we arrive? I’ve seen photos of the snow that’s currently lying and I really don’t feel like walking around in it! There’s been enough snow now, I think… after all, it is officially spring!
Dear body. First it was the extra huge bum that crept up on me, now I seem to have developed a belly as well. I hadn’t thought much of the bit of extra padding I’d noticed until Sunday when I tried on a dress. A year ago, it looked good on me. Five days ago, it clung in all the wrong places and made me look about six months pregnant (I’m not, before anyone asks). Where has this fat explosion come from?!
Dear self. You’ve managed to do a circuit of your exercise DVD twice this week. It’s a start, but nowhere near good enough. This belly seriously needs getting rid of!
Dear Easter. You are just around the corner, and while I’m looking forward to the four-day weekend you bring, I knid of wish you weren’t this close. Not sure I’ll be able to resist the huge basket of treats that’s now appeared on the table at work. Normally, I would be excited to dig into all the chocolatey goodness, but this year I’m sensing it’s a bad idea (see fat explosion letter above…)
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