At my work we have hunks

At work we have a hunks wall, this is where we put our hunks. And people we think are funny and people who repulse us and cute animals (although i try to keep this to a minimu) So don't know why we call it hunks wall but here it si. Complete with Cliff Richard, Donald Trump and Daniel Craig.

Ich Bin Eine Berliner

Above is a concentraion camp memorial for Homosexuals

Jaime, me and Jon on New Years Eve, we may have had a few shots of Jagermister, they were only one euro, how could we resist?

me pretending to escape over the Berlin Wall.

So we went to Berlin for New Years. It is a wicked city, a lot like London but instead of English speaking people there are German speaking people. It’s just the little differences.
Anyway we went with our flatmates and drank a lot of Beer and went to a concentration camp which was just a tiny bit depressing and saw the old east block. And I had the best chicken of my life. It was half a chicken completely deep-fried and served with either sauerkraut and potato salad. No prizes for guessing I had the sauerkraut. I forgot to take a picture of it because I was too busy shoving it into my mouth. It is the best chicken I would not lie to you.
We also went on a pub-crawl on New Years Eve with 150 drunk backpackers, it was fun but I did feel a bit like mother hen making sure no one got lost on the way to the different venues. But then we got lost, oh the irony, but by then I was too drunk to care.
And then we went to a hip-hop club which was weird and then we went home to sleep it off.
Also I got tendonitis in my ankle and it swelled up so I couldn’t walk. I had a cankle of massive proportions and then Jamie was teasing me about my cankle and I said if he did it one more time I would leave him. And he did it but then I couldn’t leave because I couldn’t walk. So I just got angry instead.
And then we came back to London happier and fatter, and I made Jamie carry my suitcase up the staris because I couldn’t (I could of but I didn’t tell him that, it was his punishment for the cankle debacle.) I also forgot to take a picture of my cankle.

Food in Berlin

A special post is reserved for the glorious Germanic food and beer. It is my culture and my life blood. And probably clogging my arteries.

I know this sausage looks like a poo but it was delicious.

Xmas Photos

Me proudly wearing all my gifts.

Jamie with a forced smile as I made him wear all his christmas presents.

Tradtional chrsitmas eve dinner of franks and white bread. It's good and fatty.

Our flatties and us and champagne before 10:00. I drunk champagne all day and had a funny stomach when I went to bed. Not funny in a good way. Funny in a 'it hurts, I want a colonic' type of way.

Our Merry Christmas at a local reso. Don't ask me what was going on with my hair. It was christmas I gave my straightners a day off.

Gary and Us

When Lucy and I met Gary Barlow, all round nice guy and a babe. In this photo you can see I am trying to push my body against his. It is not an accident. I love him.
He is from a band called Take That and I love them too, but Gary especially. He does look a little frightened; we may have come across as stalkers. Not entirely by accident, we do know where he lives and have read exerts of his autobiography.