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Monday, June 30, 2003
You Have To Understand The Way I Am, Mein Herr…
Just limped into N7 after five days and nights in Prussia, and you expect me to blog straight away about the annual Christopher Street Day hi-jinks in Berlin? Well, shan't. Largely because I can't construct sentences at the moment. So here's a few figures to be going on with: Number of hours spent walking the streets of Berlin for Acceptance Instead Of Tolerance of gay men and lesbians on Saturday afternoon: 4 and a bit Average temperature: 29 degrees Number of blisters on my feet: 2 to the right, 4 to the left Approximate number of bottles of Schultheiss consumed over the past five days: 40 Approximate number of bottles of Sekt shared at the post-march bash with people I will never meet again: 9 Don't ask about the vodka Number of like-minded people marching and dancing with me on the day: 599,999 That's right. More. Than. Half. A. Bloody. Million. Number of hours of sleep lost: 20 (at least) Number of insect bites received: 8 Number of total strangers kissed in not entirely unrelated incidents: 8 Number of people I assured were my best friend, no Liebchen you really, really, really are: 5 Number of these people whose names I can now remember: 0 Number of bars visited: you really do not want to know More to come, but, for now, my dears, I'm to bed. |
