Juggling

So I read this book by Pete McCarthy about his Ireland holidays. It's, you know, one of those trying-a-bit-too-hard-sometimes funny travel reports, that make fun of Germans and Americans all the time, but do often contain nice anecdotes and insider tips for where to go or what to do on your holidays. (Bit like this blog here...)
There's lots of them about Ireland and I like to read them, because I like going "oh, I've been there" and "yes, exactly, that is exactly what people there say all the time" and "shit, I forgot about that"! Fun, innit. Anyway, in one bit of his book McCarthy meets a guy who shows him around Inishmore and lends him his bike for a day. AND I KNOW THAT MAN! He runs an organic farm on the island and one of the girls (German one - of course) who worked for him and lived in his house in 2008 always used to come around our house in Galway unannounced and eat all our food, because on their farm they only were allowed to eat what they had grown themselves and unfortunately they didn't grow chocolate, oranges, beer or fish fingers. At least in return she let us visit them on Inishmore sometimes and I once spent a brilliant day there with my mum.

Yes, reading about someone I have met in a novel was pretty much the most exciting thing that happened since my last entry. Apart from maybe that night last Friday when I went out for a beer and then couldn't sleep all night, because some bad bad banker with mad eyes had shoved a tea spoon full of badness up my nose. Apart from that I was just working, watched a street artist in Trafalgar Square juggle knives and, later the same day, Loreena MacKennit juggle sprouts (literally) in her kitchen. Sometimes she really surprises me.

Apart from that work is rather boring at the moment. BUT - It is February! That means Gabby will be back in London in a couple of days, I only have to get through 3 more weeks before my holidays, football is back to look forward to on the weekends and I can count the days until carnival!

Football, by the way. Lautern is being boring in Germany and anyway, the whole Bundesliga seems so far away. And here I am in the motherland of football and all that and don't even care, cause I don't have a team. I want a Premier League team to support please. Just no idea, which one!? How do people chose a football team when they don't get raised to support one special one by one of their parents?

I know, since I lost my wallet my problems get more and more serious every day.