Thanks to my schoolmate and friend, Louise, who sent me this photograph, here's a brief flashback for you of a pimply-faced seventeen year old standing in front of something which no longer exists. And yes, I had hair!"
Twenty five years ago, aged seventeen, I travelled to Germany (well, West Germany as it was then), with a group of school-mates and our teacher. I was in Year 12 and I'd been learning German for a number of years. Sometime a couple of years early, one of us had the idea of fund-raising for … Continue reading Back in Berlin
After an early evening nap, I headed back to the Amstel Tavern last night. The same barman from the other night was there again, and after chatting for a while I found out he was actually Scottish. You would never know from his accent he was from Aberdeen. I though he was Dutch who had … Continue reading Hello from Berlin