Annie Something – As the Boy Called Her

Lennox, son. Lennox.

And the album that I tortured you with was Diva.

Mmmm. We are in need of about £30,000.

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.

As the Jocks say – It’s pishing it down :o(

The Holy Grail but NOT As Y’all Know It.

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.

Mick and I were laughing.

The US were sneering.

The French ignored us all :o)

The Weimar Republic

I know about this time in history mainly through Marie Magdalene Dietrich.

She was so much a product of this culture.

Der Blaue Engel is in my top 5 fave ever films.

Her name was Lola – She was a Showgirl

When you study her life – you’ll see her as a huge part of the Weimar vibe in early 1900’s Berlin theatre. She WAS a truly “anything goes” girl.

Shout : Imagine

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.

LP. That’s so vintage and old :o)

Lady in Red

I’ve been both a buyer & a seller on ebayuk for over 20 years.

Above is the most gorgeous linen fabric, in the most delectable deep red that I’ve ever experienced. ebayuk find.

The cotton (manlove?) was bought well over a decade ago. It’s vintage…not sheet, Sherl.

I will soon be a LADY IN RED

:o)

Back in the USSR

We had a conversation early this morning about Vlad. P.

I said : Wow. Still the USSR and State Controlled..

I served as a soldier in Berlin.

In those days we had 4 FOUR sectors. The goodies were the French, Americans, Brits. I worked Checkpoint Charlie & Tiergarten too many times to not know that the EAST were the baddies.

We had to wear our uniforms to cross from West to East Berlin. F A C T!

I didn’t start the fire.

P.S. Tiergarten duty (opening the gates to the Russian War Memorial) placed me between the Brandenburg Gate and the Reichstag. After a drive down unter den linden to the Victory Column.

P.S. I was given access to the Reichstag. Sssh!

T’PAU

Turn it backwards…. uap’t

I was once sent on a secret mission to what was then known as the Potsdam Bridge.

We drove to the centre of the bridge and picked someone up and took him back to the UK part of Berlin.

Not a single question that I asked was answered. All in a day’s work. STFU, Jackie and drive.

Y’Ok, mate. I’m driving. I didn’t see anything. I know nothing. It never happened.

The name has changed but it is still known as the Bridge of Spies.

I Was Blooded in the Ku’Damm

Back in the 80’s the entire Ku’Damm was THE most famous brothel in Berlin. And on our “beat.”

Of course. Being the only girl in the platoon, they HAD to take me on a night out…in a bar aka brothel…with porn on every TV…on every wall.

That was tame though.

If I’d been a 20year old bloke….OMG.

They’d take him to the same place. Get him Brahms & Liszt and set him up with the most beautiful prozzy in the place.

They (the Royal Military Police) all knew her……HIM.

The poor kid would run out, pulling his kecks up and screaming blue bloody murder.

Nowadays, the Ku’Damm is the German Strasse de bling and buy ? ? ?

THIS IS MY LIFE : Birely Shassey

God’s Honest Truth. I am NOT making this up!

See previous posts.

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)

Camp Van

No word of a lie. When I was an RMP in Berlin this was our mobile patrol car.

Honest to God.

We did have a button on the dashboard that did the NehNahNehNah siren though, when we were in the middle of an emergency.

Usually drunken beaten up squaddies who needed hospital treatment because they’d been booted within an inch of their life!

Anyhoo. Most peeps know this as the hippy love van.

I much prefer Hamster’s Zombie Apocalypse wagon.

P.S. I once 356th’d one of these on an icy winter Berlin road. Scared the crap out of me. :o)