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Buggerz Blog 42
A sort of buggerz birthday blog:
Yes even buggerz have birthdays! Including JUST MEN!
Beware the incöusion of nauseating, puke-making self-indulgence and ineluctable wave of sick-kitsch which is about to rise to the surface(My birthday was proceeded by the revelation at an English tea party here that my close friend and neighbour Bernd Geiser also has his birthday on Jan 19th:
On the evening of this revelation I was at a simple in-house flee-market here: when the drag queen Miss Ginger (Torsten, our make-up artist) sang a Version of Marlene‘s Standard “Johnny, wenn du Geburtstag hast! subsitituting my name for Johnny, so at the end, when he had finally stopped wiggling his arse in my face: I just said Januar 19 darling: to which he said: huh, me too! So there are 3 of us with the same birthday…..
(you might all well be thinking, “what is all this shit with birthdays anyway? YOU have never had a birthday in Germany! initially many years ago I tried to avoid my birthday, by taking trips abroad: Forget it! Costs a load of money: and achieves fucking nothing… And you will just be punished by having to celebrate the whole event anyway when you return: just to elaborate: when I worked at Deutsche Grammophon. They kept an in-house lexikon, of when everybody’s fucking birthday was: and if you achieved a round figure decade, which one inevitably does. Teere would bei a fucing red campet at tue entrance when you arrived at work. Try ignoring that and not giving the obligatory sparking wine knees-up in tue Office. Nowadas I do not try to avoid it: just go in at tue deep end and get tue fucking thing over
So, on this occasion what I decided was according to the Sibley philosophy of “getting in first.” I would do the first event of the day: A champagne breakfast, even though, or precisely because it was Sunday at 9 a.m. served on the dot with “full English breakfast” ( I have been badgered for some time to provide the dreaded English blow-out, so why not force the buggerz to get up early, wash etc. and drag themselves to the table: weich they did almost without excepion, and with many others from within the building, a forest of flowers and carnival feathers. The thing ran on until around 2 pm. The cooking problem was solved by Manfred, of South London and Bavarian fame and notoriety, having done the night shift, taking a quick nap, with strict instructions to be hammered awake at 8 a.m., helping with the baked beans, grilled toms, crispy bacon fried eggs and fried bread of course: so we managed to bang everything out!
And every last goddam fart-filled bean was eaten!!
Later in tue day Bernd did his bit, by fielding a magnificent dinner at Marjelchen rund tue Corner fro here , a truly inimitable experience, for tue prize-bosomed proprietress ( do call up her web site, inenglish!) and for tue food weich is east German up to tue furchtest erstwhile border of Germany, I believe around tue kurrent Kaliningrad: a gastronomic Pearl of an experience: for all involved:
And I have to say not at all tue worst birthday i have ever had in Germany……….
AND; SINCE EVERYBODY KEEPS ON ASKING ME WHETHER ONLINE OR IN WHISPERS IN THE CORRIDOR; FROM CARER TO FRIEND: AND THE ANSWER IS; ALSO WITH OVERWHELMING ADVICE IN THIS DIRECTION; ALSO FROM EMINENT LESBIAN PSYCHYATRISTS
YES I WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY BE KEEPING MY FORESKIN!
I AM STILL FASCINATED BY IT AND ITS ANTICS!
I THINK THAT’S ENOUGH FOR TODAY FOLKS. Although there is loads of stuff to come about Canadian anthropologists and stunningly beautiful male physiotherapists. And of course the usual womens magazine shit about my tmpestuous love life. So wach this bleeding space kids!