Berlin


My Neck of the Woods


  Over the weekend, it got progressively colder, which is as it should be of a Berlin January.   It was so cold on Saturday that on the square expanse of wind-whipped Alexanderplatz a young couple, laughing, hunkering down by the U Bahn entrance pulled...

Sex and Drugs and no Sausage Rolls


It was the second worst reception I have ever attended. (The worst ever was after the Tour de France set out in Ireland in 1998 and when they had raced as fast as their carbon fibre and Lycra would carry them up a ramp and...

“Queen of the Desert” The Answer Werner Herzog was too politically polite to make


“Somewhere in the letters home of Gertrude Bell, the doughty English archaeologist and colonial administrator, there is a description of a pleasant afternoon spent riding in the Mesopotamian desert in 1918 or 1919. Bell trails a walking stick in the sand. Behind her, Arab boys...

Berlinale 65, 2015. 2


    Oh the frustration! I can’t do it. I just can’t do it. The on-line booking system for tickets for the Berlin Film Festival is a mine field, a backwards and forwards relay race which ALWAYS results, when pressing the last button for payment…..in...

Loin Girding for the Berlin Film Festival


  Oh joy, oh bliss oh luxury! To-day I am girding my cinematic loins, perusing programmes and social media sites, cleaning my wohnung and buying in basic foodstuffs to Be Prepared. The 65th Berlin Film Festival (or Berlinale) begins tomorrow!   Alone in Berlin without...

FLEE, FRIGHT, FIGHT AND FLIGHT


  What a wonderous thing is the human body – as wonderous a thing as a pelican (his beak can hold more than his belly can.)   Two days ago, on Sunday, the Feast of St Brigid, in Ireland called the first day of Spring,...

Berlin, A Quiet Saturday


In Berlin there are so many bloggers, so many artists, so many little photographers (with and without blue hair) that everything is constantly documented.       According to intel from Tim (Strangely Strange) Booth, a supermarket had recently opened in Berlin called “Original Unverpakt”...

Black Boots, Black Friday


To-day is Friday.   I am Irish, I write a blog. I can say anything I want. I don’t say everything I want because a lot of the words used in diatribes and in anger are ugly – particularly when used by those who are...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas: The Fox and the Sloth.


I love the wonderful, dead quiet days immediately after Christmas, when a wine bottle and a chocolate box are always open, the house is warm and glowing with lights on greenery and sometimes it even snows to add to the silence.   I have described...

The Eight Weeks of Christmas. It wasn’t us, Honestly, we Paid…….


  That’s the trouble with Christmas; in early November one thinks December 25th is a long way away yet and even if there is a lot to do, there is plenty of time.   But around the mid-twentieth century when the Americans began panicking that...