And again "Hi" to my congregation Emily, Josara, Julia, Cord, Dan, Andrew, Scott, Bill and Jan. Well, there are still three vacant places for followers and then we can start the whole thing decently, so some of you guys could still sign up, eh?
I was rudely woken much too early on Saturday morning by the damn nutcases of the catholic persuation as the church opposite Olli´s flat broke into a bell-ringing-frenzy at 8 in the morning. Another reason why Australia scores, there are just too many noisy churches in Germany
Noisy church that prevented me from sleeping it offWhen I awoke I immediatly regreted the vodkas last night. Beer is fine but I just can´t do Schnaps. So I had to suffer silently for the next two hours until Olli got up. He is so used to the catholic nose pollution that he doesn´t hear it anymore.
Olli´s kitchen in the morning, please note the tasteful posters on the wall, this man truly has taste...
Hungover but thanks to Mr. Ray Ban who invented my sunnies it was not too bright...
Olli had to help a friend of his moving house this morning, hungover. But well, if you are helping moving house on a Saturday morning you are alwas hungover, it must be a tradition, or an old charter, or something. While Olli did that I went to have breakfast with Yvonne and Mark and having a look at their son. On my way there I decided that I had suffered enough for one day and got myself the only known antidote for too much beer, which is more beer.It´s funny how times change, some years ago if I had rocked up at Mark´s place at 12 on a Saturday morning with a bottle of cold beer, he would have looked at me and complained that I only brought one bottle and would have probably told me that I´m an ignorant asshole and would have gone on and on and on that I´m a bad friend and ... well, you get the picture...
This time I felt a little like a full blown alcoholic sitting drinking beer at the breakfast table in a very nice and clean flat which didn´t smell of cold smoke and stale beer but smelled fresh and a little of baby...well anyway...after introducing the most beautiful little girl in the world (Frauke) let me introduce David (who can only be glad that he can´t be compared to Frauke as he is in the male baby competition as he wouldn´t stand a chance competing with Frauke)
Yvonne did get the joke, David is still thinking about it...well you can tell by his hairstyle that he´s Mark´s son. So when Yvonne and Mark finished their breakfast David got his and Mark and me went to have a look at The Holy Chao archives. When I went to Australia I resigned as the keeper of the archives and Mark got the boxes with old tapes, videotapes, posters, press reviews and other stuff and now that we have the facebook fan page it was worth to have a look.
The box containing wonders...
like our very first press/media information sheet (printed on a nine needle printer)...
Some of the press reviews...sorry again Otto, we didn´t write the "Fans feiern Vorband" article...
poster for the fund-raising gig we did to finance the recording gear we used to record our CD...hehe
and more stuff...Well, we still have several videos from concerts, many live recordings and other awesome stuff on tapes that we´ll have to digitalise to save it from decay but we´ll get there. Ah, btw if someone knows anybody who can digitalise old video material (VHS and other odd little cassetts from analog video cameras) please let me know. I´ll give Mark the rest of the stuff I have found here, so he will be the official keeper of the Holy Archive and we have all the stuff in one place...
And then the day got even better. To avoid confusion, there are several Yvonnes and Ollis. The one Yvonne is married to Mark, the other Yvonne is the former flat mate of Wiebe, they lived in the house opposite the flat Mark, Oll, Stippel and me lived in. The other Olli is married to Wiebe, all clear? So today we planed a meeting in the park with the old bunch. Yvonne came from Berlin and Wiebke, with her whole family, from Dortmund.
Two beautiful women and me, I always loved to go out with the two of them and see other guys staring at me...hehe
Barbie, Wiebke and me...she (I mean Wiebke not Barbie) is kind of my sister from different parents, one of the greatest persons I have the privelege to call my friend. The meeting reminded me that I had the bike accident that eventually cost me three of my teeth in the last two weeks on the day she and Olli (the other Olli, not my former flatmate) got married. I was attending the actual wedding ceremony in the morning in Dortmund and then I went back home to Münster and early afternoon I took my former girlfriend Dorit´s bike to quickly visit my weed dealer. And when I arrived at his place I discovered how good the front brake of that bike was and summersaulted over the handlebar and landed chin first on the asphalt. I was blleding like hell and my dealer drove me to the hospital where they stiched me up and x-rayed my jaws and told me: "Nothing´s broken but you should visit a dentist after the weekend." Well, as I also had a mild concussion I thought it would be better if I´d stay home and not go to Dortmund for the big celebration. And somewhen during the evening I asked Dorit to have a look into my mouth as my teeth felt a little strange and she got quite pale and told me that four of my teeth were fractured. So we went to see the emergency dental hospital on a Friday night. The dentist on duty was younger than I was and all he said was: "Yes, your teeth are broken, so you should come back on Monday bt let´s take an x-ray to see if your jaw is ok." When we were standing in the x-ray room he kind of told me that he personally has never done that before so we both figured out how to do it by the manual of the x-ray maschine. nd it was me who remembered to put on a lead apron.When the pictures were ready he told me that nothing´s broken and gave me some painkillers and sent me home. So I went back there on Monday morning, called in at work telling them I´ll be late and what did the buggers do? The third x-ray. Then someone came to me and said: "Well, you will get your room now. Have you eaten this morning? No? Good, operation in two hours. Could you get someone to bring you some stuff?" What the fuck? Operation? Why? Well, it turned out that my lower jaw was broken in two placed and they wanted to wire my jaws together and I had to stay in hosital for two weeks with my jaws wired together. That was not a great time. I lost 8 kilos as all I could eat was soup and I generally have not the fondest memories of that time. Thanks to all my friends who smuggeled in beer and weed. nd a special thanks to Michael who brought me two american Hustler magazines. This is true friendship!
Back to Saturday in the park.
Olli (the other Olli), Lilly (Olli´s and Wiebke´s daughter) and Wiebke
Yvonne (the other) and half an Olli (the other one)
Lilli, one of the coolest little girls I know
My sunnies are also cool on Yvonne (the other one) and Olli´s sunnies are nearly as cool (the other Olli that is)
The other ones
even better shot...sunnies are cool...
Well, Mark, your son seems to like Barbie, but that serves you right to not show up in the park because you wanted to watch the soccer...let me think again...how did it go for your team?
Olli´s shoulder was a little damaged after he played hours of beachball with Lilly but he took it like the truly manly man he is...
We finished the day in the same pub again and I´ll get heaps and heaps of the pics the others took (will upload them to my FB account). Again lots of old stories were told from the do-you-remember-when-we-...-persuasion. But there is one significant fact I realised just then, from our little group only the girls work as lawyers or in the legal profession, the boys are all failures, legalwise.But be that as it may, it was a fucking awesome weekend and I hope to meet the guys again soon. That´s all for today, have fun, take care and cya
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