here we go

Doing what I like best: Sitting in a garden, enjoying the nice weather and typing away on my computer. Whilst being on the internet. Not any garden though, but one of these nice, typically English, no grass, hardly any plants gardens that are so little work but so much fun.
Yes. I've arrived.
For now all I'm going to say is that I'm safe and well and that Peanuts and her two German friends who are visiting at the moment are all very nice and that I received a warm welcome.
I'm going to update on the journey (as if that was interesting) and on the accommodation tonight or tomorrow morning.
In short: House great, shops great, haven't seen much of Manchester yet, but what I saw I really liked. I'm over the moon, as is heard to be common when first arriving. Curious for the city centre and the dance tonight. Wish me luck, I don't want to get wasted and piss off everyone.

geht doch

Also, Montag morgen, 10 Uhr.
Bis dahin frei in Manchester, aber hier noch viel zu tun. Krankenkasse? Weiß ich nicht. Packen. Wein kaufen. Hallorenkugeln kaufen und hoffen, dass es alle überleben. Und so weiter. Zigaretten. Sinnfrei. Aufgeregt. Wegen morgen - wegen übermorgen. Wegen Montag. Sonntag Ruhetag, rumlaufen, auf schönes Wetter hoffen. Ich will keine Pullover mitnehmen, also wird es besser gut. God save the Queen, the Scottish guard and their sex videos and my train connection. One out of three - come on, man, even you can do that.

communicatively challenged?

Dear boss, I'm ready to work my arse off, but you'd have to tell me where and when. Sounds like a deal, doesn't it? I mean, it's Wednesday. Come on.

preparation: slacking off

What's the purpose of having a third blog, you ask?
Right, this one is a little more... say, personal than the other ones. Reason is: I have the good fortune of skipping uni for half a year and of spending three months of this most precious time of my life (a.k.a. my off-age youth) in Manchester doing an internship with a little company which we, for the sake of convenience, will henceforth call Squid. I work there because I applied - cover letter, CV, follow-up. There you go. Piece of piss.
I will be living somewhere in Manchester sharing with a PhD student. Don't ask me where, don't ask me how. My flatmate (Let's call her Peanuts) I found on Craigslist - Oh! the modern convenience of eschewing personal connections that you don't really have - and I know virtually nothing about her or the place I will be living. Not even the exact address. I have her number and know she'll pick me up at the bus stop (hopefully). Lasagne for dinner. Wine's on me. There you go. Piece of piss.
My flight is Friday, 27th of April some time in the afternoon. I forgot when exactly, but I'll find out once I get to the airport. I'm in no sweat - I have to be early anyways. They cancelled the direct connection from here to SXC, shame.
Over the past two weeks, I have been pissing off everyone with a bad toothache which I hope will go away until Friday. Yes, I have been to the dentist. No, it's not entirely clear what it is. Yes, I know you're not interested. It still occupies my mind, especially because my health insurance status is sort of unclear. I'd have never thought I'd pray for the NHS.
I feel I should prepare something. However, other than buying a new toothbrush and some shampoo, nothing came to my mind. I have my ID, Squid sent me a few materials, but they're kind of busy and don't really get back frequently. Peanuts seems fine and it's all pretty much settled. What else do I need. Clean underwear? They have these at M&S - and a lot cheaper than here. Food? I'm sure there'll be a Tesco somewhere (or a Morrison's or whatever, as long as it's not an ASDA or a Walmart).
Last time I left for the Isle, there weren't many people around. Now, there's a lot of them, and you have to say good-bye to each and everyone - sometimes as much as three times. Hey, you never know whether you'll see them before you head off, right? It's not as if I was leaving for good (give that a year and a half), but three months seems a long time for those who remain. Seriously, it's nice they do say good-bye and not fuck off. Me and my tooth...
So, today, tomorrow, Thursday. Three days. Shit.

a note to

First of all, this blog will be entirely self-centred. It will add nothing to your day, but instead steal some of your precious time. It is not written by a professional author or anyone knowledgeable in the subject. It is about me, me, me. But hey, no need to state the obvious. It's a blog after all.
Probably also very obvious, this blog will be a mix of English and German. The choice of language depends solely on my mood and the topic. Some things are easier in English (bitching about people), others work better in German (bitching about bureaucrats) - some might even work in French, but no sex on these pages. Sorry.
Also, please note that of course you'll never get the whole picture. That's because I like it to be that way. You want to see people embarrass themselves, you switch on your telly or go to your local university. Soul-striptease is 10 quid a minute, a mental blowjob is only for your birthday. You want one, you send me an e-mail.
That's the rules. Quite relaxed considering that I'm German, don't you think? See, we're not all like this... Bratwurst!