Me missus sometimes requires a day off. Just like I do after heavy travelling, my favourite club losing a match or just a bad week of sales (only few of you might understand me here). So here we go. The lads from the clan, enjoing a day in Haffkrug. Without any moaning about life, bits and s**t. Interestingly it´s been raining cats and dogs all over the country that day. Apart from where we gathered ´round. There are pictures you cannot catch with camera.
I do work for Americans. I travel there every now and then. And there are many things I love about that nation, that country, that coulture. But apart from that, there are few things I do not agree or am not familiar with. One of those is HALLOWEEN. It randomly reminds me of some candy industry CEOs that just need to find another way to sell. Well…I´m European, and within a melting world, it Looks like I have to adjust, just to make sure to understand my kid´s desires. After many years of refusing a tradition, which was not mine, I joined the kids to take the tour throughout our neigbourhood. And geuss what …. I turned out quite spooky and funky…
Right at the end of our summer holidays and before we left off to the lovely island of Menorca, I promised Annie to step into the famous ´Bunker´ bulding in Hamburg – St. Pauli. Reason is one of the biggest local spots for music and performance. The outcome was pretty surprising, as it looked like our girl fell heavily in love with ….. erm …. drums. Not the badest choice to be honest. She must have inherited at least my love for beats. But to finish the day even greater we discovered that the only online music channel I ever donated something to, seated in that same bunker -> Byte FM. It just took us some courage to knock the door, which resulted in an astonishing private tour throughout the whole studio. You better guess the bright eyes of an 8 year old bird on the back seat of the car on our way back home. Props to the ByteFM Team!
After havin´ spent just too many weeks in the shades of grey of the northern German summer, my wife took over the steering wheel of relaxation and booked us onto the lovely island of Menorca. One week of sun, smiles, and boating trips just got us back in reset mode or to say in other words: the secret of a happy life is an understanding wife 😉
Been there. Done that. Beeing an HSV supporter requires the ability to suffer. In bloody many aspects. But ever since I got Family, interests just shifted. Nevertheless I know, that it is essential to initiate something, which is called ´love for the club´. Me Kids fell in love with the skull of the main rival – St. Pauli FC – cannot stand that. So I took my chance to bring me missus and the shorties to a game to a place where I´ve spent so much time back in the days and let them encounter what makes it s special to me. Annie just got terribly bored … me wife too. Girls they are. But it lookes like the HSV has another male, backing up in good and bad. HSV vs Cologne 0:0. Boringness to the upmost. It Looks like the little lad fell in love anyway. And that is what counts.
This year we´ve decided to go for something special on holiday, that guarantees best weather conditions, exceptional food and the beauty of nature. Honestly I´ve never been the biggest fan of Italy, but this is just based on my poor knowledge about this lovely country. And so wanted to give it a try, change our minds and we followed the warm recommendation of our friends Nadine and Alex to go to Tuscany. They both fell heavily in love with this pure and astonishing nature and this friendly people many years ago. After our journey, we slightly started to understand why… (wait to be fully loaded)
As you might know me… I´m supporting the famous HSV football club, although I have to admit not finding enough free space to go there on a regular basis. Bless Siska, who´s constantly taking care about my season ticket. Luckily there´s been some time I could generate visiting the match against the almighty bunch of Stoke City and hook up with the pack. Bless the bloke who shared his Jersey with me.
I fairly remember, when the doc told us that it´s going to be a boy. `Bless me` I thought on one hand. But as I´m matching the same gender I was scared on the other. I predicted broken window screens, scars all over the body and lots of narcotics I need to explain sooner or later. But ever since, this beautiful young blood surprised me in asking questions in myself and not in him. It´s exactly 4 years ago, when this junior bloke showed up and challenged the life of his mum, his sister and….me 🙂 Enjoy the get-together with his ´lads`. (please wait to be fully loaded)