Thursday, 20 May 2010

Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Budapester Hof, St. Pauli., originally uploaded by mithering.
After a whole night without any sleep on the FC United Boogie bus we headed up through the low countries, with Looking for Eric banging on like a Childrens' Film Foundation flick with tourettes. FUCKING FUCKING FUCK FUCKING FUCKING eric FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCK postmen FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK united FUCK FUCKING FUCK and i would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you meddling FUCKING united fans.

Up through France, into Belgium, Holland, then finally Germany. Highlights, apart from the wealth of onboard activity organised by Stan and Blakey and the opportunity to watch fellow passengers smoke their way through the service stations of Europe, were the amount of deer which could be seen from the coach windows. Them and hordes of Grey Herons, who seem to have nothing better to do in Europe than hang around at the side of the motorway dreaming of fresh roll mops and black coffee.

We finally reached Hamburg at about 15.30. Well, the outskirts of Hamburg, which we skirted for a while until we found our way to the St. Pauli Elbe tunnel. A 1911 construction which took us deep, deep, deep into the ground under the Elbe river and coughed us up near our destination, the palatial three-star Hotel Budapest, in the St. Pauli area of Hamburg.

"It didnt look like that on the website," observed the man known only as H, who had sat next to me for the majority of the nineteen hour journey, quietly supping cider and managing to not crush me when he fell asleep, sitting up. He's a big fella, I may have been permanently affected. I agreed; the graffiti-scarred building was not the gleaming white ode to German cleanliness we had anticipated when scouring the internet for details of where we were headed.

Inside, it was clean but functional. Two of the 'beds' were actually giant pouffes; ideal for a giant to rest his feet on. I went for one of these as I'm built for that sort of thing and because I knew I'd be tired/drunk enough by the time I lay down on it to guarantee a good night's sleep.

At about five thirty it was decided that a look at FC St. Pauli's ground, the Millerntor-Stadion, would be a good idea. At about five-thirty two we arrived there. Nods and smiles were exchanged with those with whom nods and smiles are normally exchanged in Bacup or Matlock or some Yorkshire Hell Hole like Osset. The 'alright, mate?' accquaintances. Except this time we were in a beer-cap strewn, graffiti-covered and sticker-friendly part of Hamburg. In Germany!

Monday, 17 May 2010

I'm Alive.

Blogging fell by the wayside as soon as we left British waters and internet access went from 30p to £6 per day. In the meantime, here's some great reportage 'on the spot' from a nine-year old FC fan (blink and you'll miss me).

And here's an associated tune which I fear will bring me and a few others to tears at some point in the future.

Report from Germany coming soon.

Friday, 14 May 2010

There'll Be Bluebirds etc.

On Bryan. Next stop? La Belle FranĪ‚aise.

Smokestack Lightning.

I just had a go on this evil mofo. 45 miles from Dover.

Black to Comm.

If you are ever taking an overnight coach somewhere and are hoping to get a bit of kip make sure the person in charge of the tunes doesn't have a yen for playing crap, over-produced showband rock and roll. NFT.

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Part-time Punks.

Stopped at Norton Canes services on M6 Toll for our first 'comfort break' and spotted this 'article'. Tim Yohannon must be spinning in his grave.

All Night Party.

So D-Day has finally arrived and I'm sitting on a coach in Stephenson Square ready to go to Hamburg to watch FC United play St.Pauli on Saturday. And off we go, only twenty minutes late... To be continued.

Friday, 7 May 2010

People Take Pictures Of Each Other #3 - Flea with some Dubsex at the Boardwalk 1990

Another music video, another blast from the Manchester past. This time, it's Flea and Dub Sex at The Boardwalk, which I've posted as it contains a very nostalgic sight for those of us who spent a lot of time at the Little Peter Street venue; those never-ending stairs which led up to the entrance. Enjoy.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

The Go-Betweens - Head Full of Steam - Live on UK TV - 1986

Just because it's so beautiful.