Intermission

Hello again. Sorry, I know it's been a while between decent posts. We had absconded internationally again, visiting Denmark and Sweden. It was tremendous and Copenhagen is truly brilliant - so many bicycles and sexy bicycle legs! Still, it does feel good to be back home in Berlin. 

By the way, we ate very well in Copenhagen, mostly, but it was pretty tough to find vegetarian and gluten-free options. Much, much harder than Berlin, at any rate. (That's not entirely the reason I'm glad to be back but it's a contributor and blog relevant).

In the meantime, while I work up the enthusiasm to write another donuts post, here is a photo of me enjoying a beer on the mean streets of Berlin, just in case you didn't believe me when I wrote about how awesome it was.

Prost!

Shopping in Berlin is maximally munted

I don't mean this to come off as a massive whinge. One of the reasons I left Australia (albeit temporarily) was to get away from an endlessly-whining upper middle class complaining that governments weren't giving them enough free money. To turn into one of those horrid, self-entitled arseholes after leaving would make me very, very ashamed. Also, there is an awful lot that I love about Berlin. There's great, big heaving armloads of things to love. Too much for one man to hold in his manly arms!

But seriously, Berlin, shopping here is really fucked.

German Precision

Matthew "Citizen" Richardson

When Vicky and I registered our residence in Berlin, as all tax-paying Germans must do, the woman working at das Bürgeramt manged to mix up the two lines on my passport for 'name' and 'citizenship'. Luckily I think I am still accepted as a British citizen, not a British Ian.

This isn't meant to slag off the kindly Bürgeramt arbeiterin. She was incredibly patient with my bumbling German and exceedingly helpful, considering. I doff my hat to her. The blame lies entirely with me. When she showed us the completed form, after our interview, and asked if it was all correct, I was too busy ensuring she hadn't listed any religion for us, rather than checking my actual flipping name.