MUNICH MOMENTS
FRIDAY
I have arrived in Munich. Scooter and Carroll are already out on the piss and have been for yonks. The boys head out to the Kulftaprik. The bouncers at Milch Bar won’t let us in. I argue but to no avail. Harry Klein is more accommodating………..
It’s starting to pick up inside as it fills up. The music is hypnotic and trance like. Carroll and I are dancing in the throng. Desh looks tired, Scooter is farked. I’m talking to a girl from Stuttgart. Carroll tries to cock block from the other side…….
6AM and Carroll and I are still going strong. Some locals suggest the day club across the parking lot. We’re up for it. It’s pretty rammed. Jaegermeister burns like a bitch in my throat as the Germans dance. Glass shatters besides us and a girl snarls at her boyfriend gripping the ruined glass in her hand. I look at Carroll. It’s time to go home……
SATURDAY
I think I got two hours sleep before Alex shows up. I groan but the Hofbrau house beckons. Desh had gotten there at 8 to get into the Schottenhammel for the keg opening but had been waiting at the wrong door……
It’s raining lightly and it’s cold which means the tents will be full. The Shire boys are wasted by the time I see them outside the Hofbrau house. Lee and the boyos are well on their way. The Italians are getting rowdy………..
I try to pay a kid at the door to get in and am kicked back out by security but we’re inside the tent now. I join Dan and friends at their table. There are some messy people in here.......
Desh has lost his bag. He calls me on the mobile. I am not at the tent. Where’s my bag? He says. I don’t know I don't have it. We repeat this conversation 5 times……….
Back at the Kulftaprik. Back at Harry Kleins. You look tired my friend. Do you need some assistance. I smile. Germans are such a friendly people. I dance but my heart's not in it. 5AM and its time to go home but the boys are kicking on. This would be the last time I would see Alex all weekend........
SUNDAY
Feeling very seedy today but managed to get some kip. The boys are still at a day club........
The lads from the Shire are wasted. They're just pouring beer on each other now. It's mayhem. German's leave in disgust. Guys are spewing into their steins and trying to drink it again. Waltzing Maltilda fills the air. Barton and the boys are somewhere in the Pig Pen and I leave to find them.........
Rakers falls but still remembers to not knock over any beer. Smithy and Sterlo show up and enjoy the fruits of the Hofbrau (Sterlo stacked it as well). I think they secretly enjoyed themselves.......
Scooter and Shane show up sans Alex. He was still clubbing at 7PM with the Aviator (some German fella with aviator glasses). Security are getting pissed and aggressive......
You guessed it back at Kulftaprik. In K41 which is shit house. Im dancing halfheartedly. Sush and Kyp are back from Contiki and look tired (I think to myself I gotta do Conitki). Meet Scooter outside and we ask a local girl where to go on a Sunday night. She says Milch Bar. We ask if she'll take us. She gives us the once over and says, you all look okay, come with me. We get in at her insistence. It is pretty quiet. The music sucks........
Alex is spotted dancing on the bar at Milch...........
MONDAY
Feeling hungover as hell and lack of sleep is exhausting (Shane snores like a steam train). I’m looking pasty and I’ve got the shakes (the joys of nicotine withdrawal). Dan & Co are at the Augustiner so we head there for our first beer. My pastiness is commented on (bloody English sun). It tastes horrible and I drink it slowly (make that extremely slowly). There’s a totally different vibe in the tent than being at the Hofbrau. It’s mostly Germans with their friends & families which is a nice change from the antipodean maniacs at the Hofbrau. I check out the gorgeous girl behind Tom in her Bavarian dress (Heidi outfit). The legal drinking age here is 16……….
It’s been decided. We should check out some other tents while were here. On the way out some German girls selling roses gush over Shane’s Hasslehoff shirt. They want one. We are happy to………..
In the Hacker tent. The band plays Bavarian beer drinking songs. I’m talking to someone who used to play football with Owen Hargreaves till injuries took their toll and cut his career short……
I’m laughing at the Augustiner. Desh has been belted in the head by a waitress after somebody gropes her. The look of indignation on his face while rubbing the back of his head is priceless………
We’re walking home through the crowds at night. Everyone is pissed and smiling like only drunk people do. Scooter is dancing around like a mad man to the demented music of the fair ground rides. I’m ravenous and cheese on bread tastes like mana from heaven…..
TUESDAY
Feeling horrible today! I vow not to drink anything for at least a month but head to the Lowenbrau anyway. After eating some cheese and drinking a beer I feel good enough to face the Hofbrau. After a beer there I almost want to stay for another day. That's the beauty of Oktoberfest..........
Ill be back for sure.
I have arrived in Munich. Scooter and Carroll are already out on the piss and have been for yonks. The boys head out to the Kulftaprik. The bouncers at Milch Bar won’t let us in. I argue but to no avail. Harry Klein is more accommodating………..
It’s starting to pick up inside as it fills up. The music is hypnotic and trance like. Carroll and I are dancing in the throng. Desh looks tired, Scooter is farked. I’m talking to a girl from Stuttgart. Carroll tries to cock block from the other side…….
6AM and Carroll and I are still going strong. Some locals suggest the day club across the parking lot. We’re up for it. It’s pretty rammed. Jaegermeister burns like a bitch in my throat as the Germans dance. Glass shatters besides us and a girl snarls at her boyfriend gripping the ruined glass in her hand. I look at Carroll. It’s time to go home……
SATURDAY
I think I got two hours sleep before Alex shows up. I groan but the Hofbrau house beckons. Desh had gotten there at 8 to get into the Schottenhammel for the keg opening but had been waiting at the wrong door……
It’s raining lightly and it’s cold which means the tents will be full. The Shire boys are wasted by the time I see them outside the Hofbrau house. Lee and the boyos are well on their way. The Italians are getting rowdy………..
I try to pay a kid at the door to get in and am kicked back out by security but we’re inside the tent now. I join Dan and friends at their table. There are some messy people in here.......
Desh has lost his bag. He calls me on the mobile. I am not at the tent. Where’s my bag? He says. I don’t know I don't have it. We repeat this conversation 5 times……….
Back at the Kulftaprik. Back at Harry Kleins. You look tired my friend. Do you need some assistance. I smile. Germans are such a friendly people. I dance but my heart's not in it. 5AM and its time to go home but the boys are kicking on. This would be the last time I would see Alex all weekend........
SUNDAY
Feeling very seedy today but managed to get some kip. The boys are still at a day club........
The lads from the Shire are wasted. They're just pouring beer on each other now. It's mayhem. German's leave in disgust. Guys are spewing into their steins and trying to drink it again. Waltzing Maltilda fills the air. Barton and the boys are somewhere in the Pig Pen and I leave to find them.........
Rakers falls but still remembers to not knock over any beer. Smithy and Sterlo show up and enjoy the fruits of the Hofbrau (Sterlo stacked it as well). I think they secretly enjoyed themselves.......
Scooter and Shane show up sans Alex. He was still clubbing at 7PM with the Aviator (some German fella with aviator glasses). Security are getting pissed and aggressive......
You guessed it back at Kulftaprik. In K41 which is shit house. Im dancing halfheartedly. Sush and Kyp are back from Contiki and look tired (I think to myself I gotta do Conitki). Meet Scooter outside and we ask a local girl where to go on a Sunday night. She says Milch Bar. We ask if she'll take us. She gives us the once over and says, you all look okay, come with me. We get in at her insistence. It is pretty quiet. The music sucks........
Alex is spotted dancing on the bar at Milch...........
MONDAY
Feeling hungover as hell and lack of sleep is exhausting (Shane snores like a steam train). I’m looking pasty and I’ve got the shakes (the joys of nicotine withdrawal). Dan & Co are at the Augustiner so we head there for our first beer. My pastiness is commented on (bloody English sun). It tastes horrible and I drink it slowly (make that extremely slowly). There’s a totally different vibe in the tent than being at the Hofbrau. It’s mostly Germans with their friends & families which is a nice change from the antipodean maniacs at the Hofbrau. I check out the gorgeous girl behind Tom in her Bavarian dress (Heidi outfit). The legal drinking age here is 16……….
It’s been decided. We should check out some other tents while were here. On the way out some German girls selling roses gush over Shane’s Hasslehoff shirt. They want one. We are happy to………..
In the Hacker tent. The band plays Bavarian beer drinking songs. I’m talking to someone who used to play football with Owen Hargreaves till injuries took their toll and cut his career short……
I’m laughing at the Augustiner. Desh has been belted in the head by a waitress after somebody gropes her. The look of indignation on his face while rubbing the back of his head is priceless………
We’re walking home through the crowds at night. Everyone is pissed and smiling like only drunk people do. Scooter is dancing around like a mad man to the demented music of the fair ground rides. I’m ravenous and cheese on bread tastes like mana from heaven…..
TUESDAY
Feeling horrible today! I vow not to drink anything for at least a month but head to the Lowenbrau anyway. After eating some cheese and drinking a beer I feel good enough to face the Hofbrau. After a beer there I almost want to stay for another day. That's the beauty of Oktoberfest..........
Ill be back for sure.
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