Munich - 14.01.05
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So, my first visit to Munich in 2005 and my first time there as an engaged man. We invited the peoples out to Kilian's on the Friday night for beers and they didn't disappoint. I've no idea how many people showed up in the end but it wasn't a small amount.
Memo and Carolina with Steve lurking in the background.
"Moi et ma fiancée. Elle est la meilleures copine dans la monde entier.". Thanks to leaving cert French for at least a little bit of the language.
Aaron & myself in Persil's best!
We're working on the assumption that Geoff did this on purpose. We hope.
See Michelle, I do take nice pictures of you too!
I am probably entirely wrong but I was gonna call these pictures "Boring the Tits off Robin".
Cousin It dropped by for a while.
Giz a kiss!
If I'm not mistaken that's the bit in the Beatles 'Help' where he goes "Won't you pleeeeese, please help me"
Sabrina and Boy Toy.
Greebo being his usual posey self. That's of course when he's not being an arrogant git acting like he owns the apartment, playing with scrunchies, taking chunks out of my flesh, playing fetch like a dog and generally acting like a bloody cat! Ah, we love him really but for God's sake don't say anything or there'll be no living with him.
Sunday night found us in Sausalito's in Türkenstrasse.
Nicole in salad heaven. That of course will be a very different heaven to the one I get to, on the assumption that is that I make it. For starters there'll not be a lettuce leaf to be found anywhere.
Group piccie. Let's see, from left to right we have Andrea, Greg, Nicole, Paul, Aaron, Ken, Steve, Michelle (aka Mrs Steve), Kathrin, Tanya, Moi and Robin. As good a crowd for a night out as you'll find anywhere.
I'm can't quite remember what the point of the exercise was here. Something about the good and the bad. I dunno.
Don't ask.
Our waitress for the evening. Actually just the latter part of the evening. The bloke who looked after us very well for most of the time had buggered off.
You could make up a whole photo story based on the four pics above. I know I could, but I've not got the energy right now.
And the beat goes on, da da dum, da da dum.
Steve hadn't properly read & understood the bank robbers handbook. They made it perfectly clear that you should wear a ski mask that fits you like a glove, not a glove that...oh never mind.
Was it Jimmy Parrot who said, "Come 'ere, there's more"?
Wax Sculpting 101 is now in session.
One of these days they're gonna stop posing for these photos. That'll be a sad day.
And finishing off with the ever beautiful Kathrin, my girlfriend, my fiancée but most importantly the woman who puts up with all my bullshit!
