Doppelgänger

Do you ever wonder what happened to Pauline Hanson? I sure don't, so you can imagine my surprise to come across the following poster and discover that she's moved to Germany to moonlight as a cabaret singer with the clever pseudonym of 'Gayle Tufts'.

Some like it Hot! Others pray to god that it won't be.

If she's expecting Berlin to be a hotbed of ignorant racial prejudice and discriminatory immigration policies, she's 70 years too late.

wunderbar

Yes, it's a thing. How could it not be?

and yes, it is perched on my sexy thigh.

It contains traces of gluten, though, even though there's no need for it to, so it's not really a wunderbar wunderbar.

Getting More Bäre

I am sure that you have all been waiting breathlessly for the next installment of Berlin Bear discoveries. Well, you may now slide back from the edges of your seats, exhale in relief and gaze in wonder as I present the Next Few Bears What I Have Come Across While Walking About The Place.

First up we have this wholly blue chap outside the Deutsche Bank on Freidrichstraße. I assume he is the Bank's bear because he is the same colour as their logo. Also, he is pretty boring. 

typical bank bear: hollow, soulless eyes

Even the Berlin Beer has a Bear on it

same upright arms, too

Das Brot

Yep, sure, I know - it's a bit odd doing a post about bread on a blog that has the word 'glutenfrei' in its title, even if that word is in parenthesis. Nevertheless, I press on, because it's (half) my blog and I find it mildly interesting. So, I present to you, with nary a flourish, my List of Things about Bread in Germany that I Find Mildly Interesting, Certainly Interesting Enough, at least, to Ponder Over, Wistfully Perhaps, While I Sip my Soy-Chunk Coffee in the One-Room Apartment I Call Home while Alone and Unemployed on a Tuesday. 

Not all Street Art is Un-Horrific

Most of the time in Berlin, happening across street art brings a delightful smile to the viewer's face and brightens the day. Whether it's gigantic rats climbing a coffee-shop wall, a monster made of streamers nearby a primary school, or one of a legion of differently-painted bears, whimsy is never far away.

Some other times, it's less whim and more wham. And not the fun, gay, prancing Wham! - this is the smack-to-the-face kind. 

Nothing illustrates 'love art hate cops' like strung-up game.

Bad start to the (ice cream) season

You may recall that I was a little bit giddy at the prospect of ice-cream season in Berlin. The season kicked off yesterday, so of course Vicky and I were down there that evening. 

It didn't go as well as planned.