Fuck it, it's Bochum drum and bass, what you gonna do?

I bet you've all missed me.

Since my last entry I have actually had quite a good week. At the weekend, me, Glen and Heidi tried out Bochum clubbing again, and it was just as successful as last time. Clubbing in Germany seems to be a bit like going back in time. It's really really 90s. We requested Jason Derulo a couple times but of course because it's the 90s they nodded along while thinking, why are they requesting songs that haven't been written yet? Surely they just want to hear Barbie Girl again...

The worst part of clubbing was bumping into pupils I have obviously taught at some point because they were all like, "OMG hello!!" (but auf Deutsch, natuerlich). I did not remember who any of them were but I'm clearly a memorable language assistant. They all probably think I'm a complete nutter now (if they didn't already), because Germans don't really seem to dance and I definitely dance, in a dodgy, drunk, English sort of way.

I also saw Pendulum in the same club, yesterday night. Oh my god it was awesome. Last time I saw them was at Milton Keynes Bowl, capacity: 60,000. This time, it was at Zeche, capacity: 300. I touched the lead singer's hand. It was so exciting! I almost passed out towards the end though, clearly not as hardcore as necessary for German gigs. They also seem to frown upon asking for tap water in Germany. Not great when you can barely stand and are clearly very dehydrated through a combination of wine and tanzen.

This is not zoomed in. Proud :)

Pippa and Marina are coming to visit this weekend; I have been searching NRW for an airbed for them to sleep on. Leider, these don't seem to exist in Germany, but I've heard rumours that some of the Moroccan guys in my flat have a spare mattress so I might have to go ask them nicely to borrow it. Assuming I can sort out somewhere for them to sleep, we are going to enjoy Bochum and the surrounding area, and also go to Muenster for some more Oktoberfest fun apparently. This is exciting, maybe I should wear my Oktoberfest T-shirt again (referring to my white t-shirt with 'massive slag' scrawled across the front in highlighter pen). And we're going to Amsterdam in less than a week, but I want it to be sooner.

Dora.
xxx