Dwelling on the nastiness of the world makes for incredibly sad people. Now that I’m spending most of my days not quite knowing whether it’ll be another burst of unexplainable hysteria, a weekend on a total high or an hour of being completely and utterly content, I’m trying to reform my sceptic ways to reduce the chances of falling deeper into insanity.
I’ve stopped reading the news on my way into work if only to not start my day in tears. Unfortunately the sadder more disturbing stories of the world will always scream louder and sickly prove a more interesting read than that of a modern day saint. I’m guilty of being a glutton for the less amicable side of human intrigue when it comes to the news.
With stories of genocide, war, and sheer brutality plastering our papers it’s surprisingly the recent imprisonment of Pussy Riot that has affected me most, maybe I’ve become conditioned to hearing about the former on a regular basis. I’m not going to go into the intricacies of the case, all that’s important is that the basic human right of free speech should not be infringed in 2012. Yes the news is bias, often falsified by those Corpies pulling the strings. Most of what we see on the telly is all bull and staged, but we’re all aware of this, accept it, observe it with a critical eye and carry on: my point being that free speech is always subject to question but the basic license is ours.
I’m reminded how lucky I am to live in a country where we can protest, kick up a fuss, sing a song about death to the monarchy or kicking swans (I do neither of these but I could if I damn well wished without the fear of being locked up). That may sound a little ridiculous, and Pussy Riot did make a massive statement in hijacking the Moscow cathedral but so fucking what. It shocks and appalls me that there are places where the Church or any religion for that matter still holds such great authority. There’s no place for it in an ever-increasing world of countless religions, Agnostics, Atheists and even Scientologists (<ha I wonder how long it’ll take them to track this post). The Church as a place of worship and an integral aspect of Russian society is supposedly key to the ‘outrage’ caused. This was a protest against dictatorship, the stirring of the relationship between the Church and the state was fantastic, and the punk prayer was hilarious! (God I wish I understood Russian).
I’m not sure where I’m going with this post, but I’ve almost said what I needed.
My verdict: Astounded at the reasoning behind the sentence, or thereby lack of. I’m hopeful that this brave move will encourage rather than deter. All eyes on you Russia, much of the west is not impressed!
Friends since school, memories of belly aching laughs, tears and falling into many a drunken stupor!
Sounds perfect in hindsight, but you go to Uni, meet new people, try new things and I don’t care if it’s clichéd, those who are willing to find themselves bloody do. Anyway so I did, somewhat, and in doing so I learnt more and more of how little I knew those I surrounded myself with.
I’ve graduated, I’m the proud owner of a piece of paper, which in turn counts for little in the world of Marketing. If any one ever tells you English is ‘the ultimate passport’, ignore them, continue doing what makes you happy and for the love of god get some work experience to substantiate it! Degrees are truly unnecessary, for Marketing anyway. Anywho, I digress.
I’m back in my hometown, more alien than ever, away from my beautiful friends that I’d grown to adore (except my dearest Allissha who soon abandons me to pursue China) and the inevitable cutting out of pre-uni friends begins.
Now I’m not one with friends a plenty, I’ve always been awkward, brush away acquaintances, and will only bother with those worth bothering about, as a result I can count all of my friends on one hand.
Sunny* changed too. Either that or her less appealing characteristics just became more apparent and less tolerable. Don’t get me wrong she was fab, a complete spag head, a great listener (for most part) and the perfect boyfriend alternative. She was always the top of her game, destined to be successful in whatever she does, popular, charismatic…I could go on all day, let’s just say she meant a hell of a lot to me.
But suddenly it clicked, her egocentric side, the constant bragging of charity involvement, of achievements when it was a time to listen and support, the talk of morals were no longer admirable but to me empty and infuriating, all in all I’d reached melting point and I could no longer bear speak to her without wanting to scream!! The time I sobbed on the phone while she carried on talking of potential jobs, her future, amazing family, fabulous boyfriend…ENOUGH.
Reading back it’s all me, me, me and maybe I was jealous? She was a MASSIVE part of my life and I miss her a tonne. Recently moreso than ever, I’ve been questioning whether it was the right thing to do. I know there was no in between, it had to be bessies or nothing at all. We still text every so often to check the other’s ok, the last time we met it was just plain awks.
I’ve decided life’s too short, it may never be the same again, nor does it need to, but I’ve asked her for a catch up (over gin) to check I did make the right choice and that I’ve not chucked something amazing over a rash judgement.
It’s a year and a half on since I saw her last. I’m bricking it.
*Sunny’s real name cannot be divulged in the event of the unlikely case she may become internet savvy and choose to read my inner most thoughts.
So I told barefaced lies in my last post, Club Der Visonaere was regrettably missed, we got to Prater too late in the day and ran out of time for the Stasi Museum, I did however squeeze in another round on the Segways as well as discovered bars and cafes that still left me all the more awe-stricken.
Determined not to make the error in not taking my camera again I’ve a few trigger happy snaps of the gems I came across.
1) East Side Gallery, Mühlenstraße
Beautiful contrast to the remains of the wall in Mitte, I last saw the crumbling tattered side exposing it’s wired supports and covered in tourist information plaques. The East Side is less tarnished by tourism and more revolutionised by Berliners, images of those trapped and killed in their bid to escape among those of freedom and peace resonate and reminded me of how recently the wall came down and explains much about the blazé nature and refreshing raw air about this city.
2) Yaam, Stralauer Platz 35
A family friendly beach bar by the riverside, does a mean jerk chicken and leaves you feeling ridiculously mellow. A fab find a short walk behind the East Side Gallery.
3) Hakescher Markt
Open air market literally right around the corner from Alexanderplatz, a couple of stops on the tram if I remember rightly but if you ask around I can’t imagine it’d be further than 1/2 mile. Full of fresh fruits and various cuisines among lots of other knick knacks. Great if you’re looking for a gift un-Ampelmännchen related!
I’d dodge the the huge shopping complex and head straight to Who Killed Bambi for a dress to die for.
4) Café Cinema, Rosenthaler Straße 39
Hilariously laid back owner, probably not ideal if it’s a swift half you’re looking for but it’s a great place to soak up a bit of atmosphere and hide away from the hustle of the Hackescher Markt shopping district.
The cluttering of dusty filmmakers paraphernalia in the window tempted me in to find one of the most picturesque beer gardens I’ve ever had the pleasure of mooching in.
5) White Trash, Schönhauser Allee
Having stayed in Mitte this time I found I sorely missed Prenzlauer Berg. If..who am I kidding, WHEN I return I’ll definitely be staying here again, reasonably cheap, a short metro ride away from Mitte and right around the corner from Mr Falafal Man and White Trash. It’s another café/bar that serves fantabulous food of ridiculous portions, it’s pretty americanised but this is easily overlooked when considering the great staff, amaze cocktails, lovely atmosphere and the live bands.
6) Fassbender & Rausch Chocolatiers, Charlottenstraße 60
Go here. Buy the lemon posset and white chocolate with scrumptious strawberry flakes. This is all. You won’t regret it.
Parting wisdom: Berlin is indeed poor but very very sexy.
Prague, Budapest and Croatia 😀
Sorry it’s been a while, seems I’m a little rubbish at this blogging malark. Update since my last post (title’s a bit of a giveaway) eek I’ve booked a weekend away in Berlin!!
I’ve not done half as much travelling as I intend yet but my favourite place marked off so far has got to be Berlin. I visited back in July 2010 and I still beam at the mention of the place.
This time I’ve gone for Mitte over Prenzlauer Berg purely because I got a fab deal.
I don’t want to bore you with the details but the map marking has begun 😀
The Segway tour and Club de Visionaere will be revisited
And this time around the Stasi Museum, Winterfeldt Markt and Prater bar. Eee excited!
What a difference it makes when you’ve something to look forward to..!
Over and out.
I’ve gained 12 pounds.
Most of my bessies are now scattered over the UK or majorly depressed
EVERYBODY’S engaged and Miss Bridget Jones over here is realising she isn’t quite the independent lady she’s claimed all these years!
On the plus side, I’ve landed myself a contract working in Marketing at a local Theatre. In fact I met Caroline O’ Connor just this week (self-confessed Moulin Rouge obsessive). The downside, this theatre is ‘local’ to my hometown, aka the hole I call home.
I’d do good in remembering the chances are, never again will I work in a role where I can sneak into a show whenever I’ve a free second to myself, and those minutes in the day where I’m able to let go and become completely immersed in a beautiful piece of dance or a jazz handed musical make the sometimes incredibly errm let’s say challenging side of the role completely and utterly worth it.
^^ On repeat on the pod this week