So here I am and I've been on the search for the perfect appartment. I guess that the one pictured to your right would be just fine. I mean It has everything I need, a place to sit and drink beer, a table on which I can stand my beer, a fridge that can cool my beer and plenty of storage for my beer. And to top it all off the Beer's Flensburger, one of my favourites.

Now look, if any of you out there in the great big world happen to find this appartment before I come across it then I would appreciate it if you couuld let me know. Living at home with mum and dad has cramped my style a little. There's really not enough beer in my life. This is terrible. I mean really, there has to be a little beer in everyone's life, doesn't there?

Speaking of beer, I have been reduced to drinking the bad good stuff, Bitburger. I guess it's ok, but would seldom drink it in Germany, sometimes from tap (when there was nothing else available).

Now, I'm just dreaming of beer, Jever, Schultheiss, König, Berliner Kindl, Bitburger, Erdinger, Becks (Becks Gold, Lemon etc.), Clausthaler, Rotkappchen, DAB, Einbecker, Diebels, Samuel Adams, Effez, Grolsch, Köstritzer, Licher, Martini, Hasseroder, Warsteiner and that's just the first blick. Imagine if I'd had a think about it.

Anyway, I'd better be off. All this talk of beer has made me thirsty.

The next round's on me

Well, like I'm not saying that I'm unfit but...

I guess that with an average HR of 109 and Max. of 171 I would suggest that I'm not exactly fit.

Went Riding on Monday with Ben. Guess that we did about 25 kms or so. Plan to head off tomorrow, too. I hope that we can keep it up. Maybe that'll increase my concentration and attention span. but hey, I sincerely doubt that it'll make me any more attractive to girls. What with the skinny legs, tight fitting lycra, functionality not fashion (or is it?), gaudy colours, etc.

but hey. I haven't seen anyone else in Brisbane with this Tricot. I just can't work out if they're smiling with or at me???

Either way, I just don't care.

It's for the love of the sport.

I hear that my good friend Herr Crisis is again playing (has Played) in Kassel. When any of you speak with him, please let him know that I said hi, "Hi Chris"
Pity I missed him and Christine, I guess it's a long way to come for a gig.

The week-end was a bit of a non-event. Worked Thursday night & 12 hr shifts Sat &Sun. Then Monday, got off to a great start. Got up, was cold. Ate Breaky, was full. Rode motorcycle, was ok. Met with Police, was busted. Got ticket, was sadened. Went cycling, was envigorating. Visited Grandfather's ashes, war Gedankenvoll. Didn't smoke, had a short fuse. It's getting better.

It looks like I'm giving up smoking. Why??? I have no idea. Kein Bock mehr. I'm too lazy to even try quiting smoking, I just can't be bothered to go out and buy Tobacco. How's that for Apathy??? We'll see how it goes.

Welcome to the world of Translation by Babelfish. I have discovered, courtesy Benjamin Cook, Perhaps it is the origin of "Yoda Speak", who knows. But Benny, when you take the time to look and carefully read your "translation" it does make sense. Perhaps you need to know the context of the original. Ask me, I'll tell you.

anyway, looks like the rain's finished for the time-being. Having recieved, over the previous 24 hours more rain than the last 10 years. Yesterday I made the fatal mistake of trading the bike (as yet to be named) for a 4WD, embarking upon my journey into Brisbane. It would appear that with the Drought people have forgotten how to drive in the wet and that roads do become slipery when it rains, causing cars to slide when the brakes are applied, especially into one-another. Thus, causing traffic congestion and hold-up's. Instead of what should have been a 20 min journey, with delays etc. it was incrased to about an hour. If only I had taken the bike[sigh]. Trading the wetness of the bike for the warmth and dryness of the car I paid the price with my time.
As a bike rider (Bisbane car driver interpretation: mad, lane changing/spliting/filtering, speeding, agressive, easily and quickly incensed, impatient, loony on 2 wheels with total disregard for other road users who comes out of no-where and disappears just as quickly) it becomes increasingly frustrating to drive a car. I relish the freedom of the bike. Being able to change direction with minimal prior planning, avoiding the necessity to sit, for hours on end, in ever increasing "Stau" traffic. Next time it rains I think I'll just don my wet-weather gear and brave the torrential down-pour. Mind you, given the current weather conditions in Australia, that could be qute a while away. but hey, you never know!
Just incase, I'll be carrying my water-proofs with me whenever I go any substantial distance. To ward off the dreaded precipation.

Einen Freundin von mir hat gesagt etwas sehr trarig "traue keinem Mann!"
Find ich dass schade, nochmal bei einen Mann gebrennt???
Ich frage dich, wenn sie keinem Mann vertraust dann was??? und wenn und wann???
Ich habe diese gefuhl dass ICH muß mich personlich für alle die fehler, alle die männer die Ganzen Welt entschuldigung. Aber wenn ich das mache, bringt es was??? Ich glaube nicht.
Eigentlich meistens, leider, Männer sind nicht vertrauenswürdig. Aber warte, es ist nicht nur männer. Nein!!! Ich kenne ein paar Frauen in die letzten zeit dei genau so unvertrauenswürdig (?wort)
Hummm...Was machen wir dann??? Bist du vertrauenswürdig??? Ich kann nur für mich selbe sprechen, wann ich "Ja" sagen. Jeder muß für sich selbst verantwortlich sein. Leider ist dass auch keine lösung. Für die die suchen.
naja, wenn man vertraust nicht ist man nicht enttaeuscht.

Oh my (sigh)

Well, we're (Ben and I) are free of any responsibilities today and are about to embark upon a trip to Laidley.

"Where is Laidley?", I hear you ask. Way, Way, Way outback. That's right. We're heading out there to catch up with Mr Les.

We have made our plans and should be heading off at the first reduction of the horrendous "Peak-hour-traffic". Leider, I have to travel into town before we travel out of town.

Now that I look at the map, it doesn't look all that "outback" but really, it is.

If I'm not back in a week then call a rescue team together and tell them where we were headed, "Les' Place" Maybe they can find us. Although, When I looked up Les' place (multiple spellings) on Google Earth, I couldn't find it...Hummmm Strange.