fun times

Well its getting to that time where Charlie realizes he has no money, no prospects of any and no housing for October... so I'm jumping ship and coming home to Glasgow. It was inevitable though wasn't it, did Ali actually have a sweep stake? Bastard. I'll be sad to leave - Berlin's been good to me (though not good enough to give me a fucking job!) and I pretty much just love this place. But I'm excited about Glasgow as well. I get to see you all guys again* and have a bunch of plans for what I'm going to do and that's always fun.

I've been entertaing everyone's favorite Sikh this past week and, hell, we've had a ball. We shaved him a moustache and drankl Berlin dry of cheep beer. We went swimming in thee Spree -not quite as bad as swimming in the Clyde, but approximate, we saw boobies -some pretty ladies followed us in, I got kissed - yay!, we took photos, we lost photos, we drank, we daced, we climbed on monstertrucks, we did too much speed, we danced to Ellan Allien at miday on sunday morning, WE SAW CONOR OBERST, HE WAS GOOD. We talked about Real Police, we talked about love affairs and marrige, buisness plans and ageing.
we drank a lot.

So... yeah, got an interview over a webcam with the skinny tomorrow to try and blag a job as clb editor which would be cool. Just finished a new mix which i'll put up on conetoaster along with the new album by Gang Gang Dance (cuz its ace), and I'll be seeing you all soon.




* Yeah I know that I'm talking to about 2 folk who might actually read this blog, but you know what i mean....