The hole in the roof has had babies. They are now Holes – plural. And we’ve run out of buckets.
C’est la vie. Que sera, sera.
I saw Annie and Dave live in a tiny backstreet club in Berlin. They were at the height of their fame but chose that over the Olympic Stadium which was right beside our RMP Unit and had hosted the likes of U2, Michael Jackson, Bowie etc.
Done this absolute true life thing too many times before.
MY first viewing of this film was on a night duty at Checkpoint Bravo in Berlin.
This was the entrance into Berlin from Checkpoint Alpha in Helmstedt (did duty there too!) via what we called The Corridor. Which was a long autobahn with no speed limits. YAY. Drove it. Scared myself stupid at over 100 miles an hour.
At Bravo there was a long desk. Us Brits (two) were at the beginning. Two US MP in the middle. Two French MP at the end of the desk.
Mick – my oppo – brought in a portable TV one night and we all watched.
I’m always stunned when I watch a band live or a live band on yt who play the first few chords and the crowd automatically sings the lyrics.
Imagine that. How truly heart-swelling and unbelievable that must feel when THOUSANDS sing YOUR words back to you.
I’ve been a fan of Tears for Fears forever. I bought one of their albums in Berlin aged 21 and shipped it back to my first married quarter house in an MFO box along with a few clothes, a mini TV, a HUGE stereo system and many other LP’s.
I’ve been sat sitting here waiting for a plumber to fix our loo. Midday. 12. Yeeah.
We are now nearly 3pm and had given up hope. Nil desperandum, mes braves. He arrived.
The conversation was crazy. I invited him into the kitchen so that I could write down our phone number and he peeked around the door saying, “I expect a huge dog in a place like this. I once got bitten on the leg and it wouldn’t stop bleeding.”
Me being, stupid, me said, “LOL. Not a German Shepherd?”
OK. You know the answer.
This is my life. Not quite normal but never uneventful : o)