Ah! the Eurovision cheers from Hamburg… And a song with physics in the lyric wins. Having had my brain melted by the whole thing (see twitter stream…) I think I am now infatuated with a 19-year old German with a mockney accent. Oh well, it’ll pass.
Regular readers will know I worked in Hamburg. The most common reaction when this comes up in conversation with strangers (taxi-drivers, policemen, old ladies on buses…) is to assume I was a soldier (presumably in a role not involving haircuts or heavy lifting). The second thing people say is “Reeperbahn, eh? Phwoarr”.
I did like the Reeperbahn. Sort of a more explicit version of Blackpool, really. Actually I haven’t been to Blackpool for ages, maybe it is explicit too now. When I had visitors, an evening on the Reeperbahn was pretty much obligatory. These kind of blur into one, except for a particularly bizarre all-nighter which culminated in the most surreal experience of my life so far.


