Berlin Christmas Markets feat. Gluhwein

07 January 2017

As much as I’ve tried to deny the cold hard facts…I’m finally ready to admit that there really is such a thing as too-much-mulled-wine. Even when you're on holiday in Berlin. A gluhwein hangover creeps up on you in a similar fashion to how I imagine the Berlin wall did all those years ago: you wake up with very limited movement capabilities and a sense of pretty serious impending doom. Whether or not the Berliner’s also had a banging headache, severe amnesia and the alcohol shakes is anybody’s guess.

Can I also add that in addition to the photographs in this blog post taken pre 10pm, there’s a cracking set of approx. 200 blurry, out of focus, some completely black/white photos that were taken between 10pm and 1am. A few selfies thrown in for good measure, too. I wish I could say my photographic abilities laughed in the face of alcohol consumption…but actually they shrivel and die like a disappointing wet fish.

I’m now fondly looking back on a very busy, very brilliant and very, very boozy festive period. My bank balance might not have been laughing...but I certainly was and that's the main thing. Hoping you all have an absolutely off the chain 2017, much love.

Birthday in Berlin - part I

04 December 2016

Coming home from holiday always sucks. And for some reason coming home from Berlin this morning sucked so much more than normal. It might be something to do with the fact I've been up since 4am this morning for our killer early flight and am feeling tired, emotional and probably still hungover...but then again it might just be because I didn't want my bratwurst-filled bubble to pop and have to admit that I'm approx. 3 stone heavier with significant gluhwein-induced liver damage. 

In other news, huge hats off to Mikey for an incredible birthday weekend and, more importantly, for finding the coolest hotel possibly ever - it's not every day that you open the curtains to find a scuba diver cleaning the tank right outside your window. Good morning to you too, pal. 


Now to start my alcohol detox and attempt to shed the bratwurst shaped fat pockets around my stomach and thighs. Parts ii and iii will be ready when I've finished crying about it being Monday tomorrow and pulled myself together (read: no time soon).

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