Rumours of my demise have indeed been greatly exaggerated though you wouldn’t know it from Phil’s picture. Even I thought I was dead after looking at that!
What have I been up to? Well after arriving in a wet wasteland on Friday, I spent two days living in a field miles from anywhere and in case you don’t believe me here’s the proof:
I’ve spent three days walking around the environs of Dusseldorf now that I’ve actually moved there and within about an hour all the things of interest had been ticked off. See below:
Konigs Allee (which I think translates as King’s arse)
Tower with knobbly bit on top
The glorious Rhine in all it’s splendour…. well wind….
The “hostel” and Mr Roy and I moved into on Sunday is an acquired taste and I have yet to acquire it. After making me wait 2 hours at the desk to check in, served by a surly young girl chewing gum who referred to me as “er”, we got to our room with no amenities apart from it seems a hair dryer, much like the last place I stayed. Can’t these people see my head?!!! The furniture is clearly made by whatever store in Germany equates to Argos as I have to check every day to make sure it’s still standing. Indeed my bed came crashing down around me on Sunday night at 3 in the morning. I managed to reassemble it but have been too scared since to lie on it and have taken to mattress living and telling the cleaning ladies to sod off every day. Don’t they know we don’t do room cleaning at Eurovision?
Food is good, tasty but unless you eat sausages every day (which I am currently) then it’s a tad expensive. Beer is marginally more expensive than London but I’ve so far felt the need to drink some every night at Euroclub just to stay sane. Euroclub it has to be said is a big step up on last year ie it can actually fit more than 10 people in it and the music ain’t have bad this year. We’re promised that the wall will part later in the week to reveal a surprise. In Doctor Who this usually the bit where the daleks glide out and blast everyone to f**k.
Overall Dusseldorf is pleasant enough and it’s not quite as sterile as Oslo but has a long way to go to beat Moscow for all round weirdness and entertainment.
And oh yes, there’s some sort of musical event going too isn’t there….