Beipackzettel für den Frühling!

Das Frühlingswetter in Hamburg braucht DRINGEND einen öffentlichen Warnhinweis! Nicht nur, dass direkt vor unserem Bürofenster ab 10 Uhr morgens die Sonnenanbeter mit ihrem Galao sitzen - und sich heute ab 15 Uhr auch der Sozialdemokrat Frank Strutz-Pindor dort im direkten Gesichtskreis unseres Arbeitsfeldes niederließ. Oder dass gegen Mitternacht immer noch alberne Horden von jungen und junggebliebenen Betrunkenen zwischen 18 und 38 durch die Straßen zwischen Karo und Schanze ziehen und vor Übermut fast randalieren - geschenkt.

Auch die Skater direkt vorm Fenster - ich sollte hier den Soundfile drrrt-drrrt-drrrt-drrrt-drrrt-drrrt-klack-klack einstellen - wollen ja nur spielen. Selbst, wenn sie dabei nerven.

Aber richtig unangenehm wurde es am Sonntag, als drei verschiedenen erwachsenen Männern ab dem Moment, als sie mit einem weiblichen Wesen allein in der gemischten Sauna waren, nur noch plumpe Anmachen einfielen.

Man sollte bei der ersten heftigen Frühlingssonne im März echt öffentliche Warnhinweise rausgeben: "Die aktuelle Wetterlage sorgt für hormonelle Schwankungen, die bei ihnen und ihren Mitmenschen zu irrationale Handlungen mit dem einzigen Ziel des kurzfristigen Geschlechtsverkehrs führen können. Schmieren Sie sich dick mit Sonnencreme ein, meiden Sie Menschenmengen und einsame Ecken oder gehen Sie gar nicht erst in die Sonne. Zuwiderhandlungen auf eigene Gefahr."

Die Gothics haben schon recht:

Sonne macht albern

Sunday identity check

What kind of little girl were YOU?

Tomboy
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Except for some Barbie dolls and ballet lessons exactly what I was.

Video of the Day!

NECROPHOBIC doing "Blinded By The Light, Enlightened By Darkness" live on Close-Up Boat:

Stockholm Nightlife Link-a-dink

Haha, so you think we shopped to the top and then went home?!? Not really. So this is the blog entry about the nightlife!

Already the first evening was spent in the splendid decor of the Debaser club. Literally we rushed over the red carpet to the release concert of Captain Murphy and were transported back to the early Seventies with the minute. Gorgeous evening where we learned about the qualities of Päron Cider and some unknown Snaps I only remember it had more than 50% of a thing I shouldn't have drunk that much of...

Read the whole event in German at Metal-Inside.de

But in fact the reason for us to be in Stockholm was the Close-Up Båten - a metal cruise with six great Swedish bands playing. Again only in German I gave a report in Metal-Inside.de about both days of that frenzy! Ok, it's not fair. For all you English readers - there's a good report about that also in a Last FM journal - but not by me.

The after-boat party was scheduled for the Rocks club. For today: We simply didn't make it inside as the queue was too long in front of it! But from what I've heard there's no reason to be upset about it: The dinner was not enough for all the hungry souls coming off the boat (we had super-delicious dinner in the appartment) and in the end everybody was already shitfaced by 10 p.m. But in MY personal opinion Rocks sucks anyway - a fact the following evening proved well:

The following evening we started in a half-empty Rocks where we took the drinks we could get in the Happy Hour and moved to Engelen Club just in time to party on the Watain Release Party. I especially enjoyed the presentations of opposites: Engelen was an old pharmacy whose figure head was the one of an angel. In the catacombs of such now the satanic black metallers of WATAIN celebrated their well-decorated release. Nicely!

Secondly there was a very strange party going on in the other rooms of the cellar - posh to boringly ordinary dressed people in their thirties were searching for entertainment to the tunes of really bad euro-pop. Put it that way - we would have danced if they would have played Shakira! But because the little Black Metal cellar was overcrowded, metal people mixed with thirty-somethings and horny men in cashmere abandoned their jealous girl friends to flirt with attractive Black metal girls. Very entertaining!

Last but not least, there's something unexpected I really miss from the Stockholm day- and nightlife: 7/Eleven! At least those two which are open almost all night. They more than compensate the lack of good Döner Kebab!

Wanna come with me to Sweden, honey?

Yes, we did it again! During the middle of February Dörte and Sabine abducted me to the Swedish capital Stockholm again. Again, yes! Last year during the Easter holidays we already attended Close-Up Festival. This year our travel took part earlier, but the topic of the travel was close up again. As there are regular and respectable live reviews out in the field (in Legacy Magazine and on Metal Inside, links are upcoming), I'm only focusing on the Gossip side of life here. Yay!

Start with the daytime, first of all: We didn't make it to the Vasa Musum - again! Even though we already planned the ferry from Slussen to Djurgården. Even though we've already had the perfect plan to conquer the warship, thanks to a local. Because the ultimate trick is, to go directly to the video booth and watch the about one hour long documentary about the ship and its history. If you spend additionally 2 hours to follow what you've learned on screen, you can even tell what you see - whithout being lost into the meticulous details.

The next sightseeing we didn't make AGAIN was the Royal Treasury. But at least we know the opening hours by now - last time we were just too late! Well, maybe baby, we were simply not in the mood: Skattkammeren was recommended to us as the perfect spot to see for couples on their honeymoon - wanna come with me to Sweden, honey?

But of course the Palace is a rewarding place to be outside the opening hours as well, as it is a good stage for any kind of photographic arrangements of any kind - not only for Japanese tourists. Their picture of us didn't work out anyway!

To stay with photographic arrangements: While the little Monteliusvägen was in almost every tourist guide of 2006, only one of us went there to look for Snowdrops there this time - why should we tramp on a touristic paternoster we already discovered previous to the hype?

But there was something new to us, too:
It is supercool to go shopping during REA in Stockholm!

Well, maybe not at Acne Jeans. Doh, that was a bummer. Go back to the start, fetch 4.000 SEK and start it over again: We started in Brunogallerian at Götgatan with Filippa K and H&M, our path led us to Gamla Stan, shopped a bit at Sound Pollution's shop in Stora Nygatan and ended up spending the rest of the money at Tyska Brinken: Indiska is just an all-too perfect shop which made-over our style!