GROWING OLD DISGRACEFULLY!

 

WE HAVE AN OLD FAGGOTS GROUP HERE CALLED “ANDERS ALTERN!” (literally growing old in a different way!)

 

I have finally decided on my preferred alternative translation:

 

GROWING OLD DISGRACEFULLY!

 

I am going to a Meeting here this afternoon: They are showing a film of our oldest inhabitant here (mid 80’s) in which he shows how to pick up fellas at the bus stop in drag: and also demonstrates the correct height for  a bed and for the accompanying kneeling stools for “going down” on clients once you have entrapped them: I hope that, like Ivor Novello, he died “taking it”

 

 

 

…………… or does this rumour not persist any more? (it was vaunted to have been in the manager’s office of the old Strand Theatre).

 

Weather cooling down drastically and the alarming shit of Xmas preparations is upon us: even we pathetic fags and wary dykes! I am hoping to escape for New Year, but more of that when my plans have “firmed up” as they say! Am hoping to pep up my room next week via  the usual favourite ploy of rearranging the same dreary selection of furniture! WE shall see! Hoping to coordinate a put-u-up sofa, to tempt occasional hapless overnight guests! One idiot has already volunteered.

 

All I need now are the muscular blokes to shift the stuff! Every bugger seems to be ill!

 

Last werk I had to kit out the floor with mattresses instead: I have democratically arranged the Xmas Menu, by giving all the men 2 wishes: and then melding them into an overwhelmingly meaty week’s menu: ( with 3 veggie dishes inserted by myself!)

 

Now I juat need to guess whether a goose for 12 persons will fit in the oven: Nigella help!!

 

Come back: all is forgiven!

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GROWING OLD DISGRACEFULLY!

 

WE HAVE AN OLD FAGGOTS GROUP HERE CALLED “ANDERS ALTERN!” (literally growing old in a different way!)

 

I have finally decided on my preferred alternative translation:

 

GROWING OLD DISGRACEFULLY!

 

I am going to a Meeting here this afternoon: They are showing a film of our oldest inhabitant here (mid 80’s) in which he shows how to pick up fellas at the bus stop in drag: and also demonstrates the correct height for  a bed and for the accompanying kneeling stools for “going down” on clients once you have entrapped them: I hope that, like Ivor Novello, he died “taking it”

 

 

 

…………… or does this rumour not persist any more? (it was vaunted to have been in the manager’s office of the old Strand Theatre).

 

Weather cooling down drastically and the alarming shit of Xmas preparations is upon us: even we pathetic fags and wary dykes! I am hoping to escape for New Year, but more of that when my plans have “firmed up” as they say! Am hoping to pep up my room next week via  the usual favourite ploy of rearranging the same dreary selection of furniture! WE shall see! Hoping to coordinate a put-u-up sofa, to tempt occasional hapless overnight guests! One idiot has already volunteered.

 

All I need now are the muscular blokes to shift the stuff! Every bugger seems to be ill!

 

Last werk I had to kit out the floor with mattresses instead: I have democratically arranged the Xmas Menu, by giving all the men 2 wishes: and then melding them into an overwhelmingly meaty week’s menu: ( with 3 veggie dishes inserted by myself!)

 

Now I juat need to guess whether a goose for 12 persons will fit in the oven: Nigella help!!

 

Come back: all is forgiven!

 

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How to Break a leg in friendly circumstances in Hamburg

or
The risk involved in sleeping with a man again!
2 weeks ago heard that a close friend of mine in Hamburg had been artificially fed and respirated for 5 weeks, so I decided to visit him in Hamburg: I was privileged to be accompanied on this trip by the blonde Bavarian hunk and carer and friend, Manfred! Who had virtually no knowedge of Hamburg, last having been there at the age of 16!

So off we went on the train, on a picturesque route reserved for free-travel disabled and their accompaniers ( a great deal I can go anwhere within Germany for free by train! Nobody told me before!

So off we went having been invited to stay with my friends Anna and Steff Koehler.

Well Anna picked us up from the Station whispering to me “Klaus died 20 minutes ago!

Well this meant that we spent most of 2 days on a feel-good Programme showing Manfred the sights and delights of Hamburg and the Elbe:

It also, rather irritatingly meant that I was forced to sleep with Manfred and vice versa. But we were polite to one another about this!

Can we leave it at that! On the second night we actually spent until 3 in the morning reading a book called “Sex, Death and Enlightenment!”

So when we got up we were just as knackered as we would have been after a night of shagging or doing the Discos on the Reeperbahn!

It DID mean that as we started to leave the house in the morning I tripped on the top step of the five flights of stairs to be accomplished, and ended up with a rivettingly painful injury, however, since Manfred had to get back to Berlin for the memorial party of a French friend wo had the week before hung himself from a bridge in the Yorckstrasse, Berlin, we soldiered on!

We had a fascinating return journey, missing our connection in Schwerin, but taking in a tiny place called Bad Kleinen, the scene of tue last foray of the old German Terror group RAF (red army fraction which reminded us of Ulrike Meinhoff, the mastermind of tue group: Manfred has hit on the idea that the brain of Ulrike has been implanted and reincarnated in my head!

So we are working on this irreverent Story: MUCH MORE TO COME; WATCH THIS SPACE orYOUTUBE!

This was partly provoked by my having described to Manfred, how, when I lived in the Lüneburg Heath in the 60’s, when Ulrike was on the run, it was rumoured in a red Volvo, I actually went to a fancy Dress party in Hamburg, In my red Volvo, dressed as Ulrike Meinhoff ! ( how fucking masochistic can you get??)

….. And surprise surprise I was stopped on the autobahn slip road and forced to lie in my Burberry trenchcoat at rifle point on the asphalt: I can tell you those policemen were pretty disappointed to find they had picked up a whinging faggot in pearl earrings rather than the most important terrorist of the 20th century!

Why they didn’t even try to rape me!

So more of this to come……

Anyway after a fascinating train journey and a lot of suppressed pain, I have finally had to admit to a double shin fracture, which has now been screwed up in the Schloss Park Klinik (again) as you can see I am just DYING OF FUCKING BOREDOM AT THIS END, AS PER USUAL! IT IS SUCH A DRAG AND INDIGNITY BEING CARRIED DOWN FIVE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS BY A MUSCULAR BEARDED BAVARIAN! ( even if his philosophical chat is pure magic)

El Bugger

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Msnfred & pete in Wismar

Msnfred & pete in Wismar

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How to Break a leg in friendly circumstances in Hamburg

or
The risk involved in sleeping with a man again!
2 weeks ago heard that a close friend of mine in Hamburg had been artificially fed and respirated for 5 weeks, so I decided to visit him in Hamburg: I was privileged to be accompanied on this trip by the blonde Bavarian hunk and carer and friend, Manfred! Who had virtually no knowedge of Hamburg, last having been there at the age of 16!

So off we went on the train, on a picturesque route reserved for free-travel disabled and their accompaniers ( a great deal I can go anwhere within Germany for free by train! Nobody told me before!

So off we went having been invited to stay with my friends Anna and Steff Koehler.

Well Anna picked us up from the Station whispering to me “Klaus died 20 minutes ago!

Well this meant that we spent most of 2 days on a feel-good Programme showing Manfred the sights and delights of Hamburg and the Elbe:

It also, rather irritatingly meant that I was forced to sleep with Manfred and vice versa. But we were polite to one another about this!

Can we leave it at that! On the second night we actually spent until 3 in the morning reading a book called “Sex, Death and Enlightenment!”

So when we got up we were just as knackered as we would have been after a night of shagging or doing the Discos on the Reeperbahn!

It DID mean that as we started to leave the house in the morning I tripped on the top step of the five flights of stairs to be accomplished, and ended up with a rivettingly painful injury, however, since Manfred had to get back to Berlin for the memorial party of a French friend wo had the week before hung himself from a bridge in the Yorckstrasse, Berlin, we soldiered on!

We had a fascinating return journey, missing our connection in Schwerin, but taking in a tiny place called Bad Kleinen, the scene of tue last foray of the old German Terror group RAF (red army fraction which reminded us of Ulrike Meinhoff, the mastermind of tue group: Manfred has hit on the idea that the brain of Ulrike has been implanted and reincarnated in my head!

So we are working on this irreverent Story: MUCH MORE TO COME; WATCH THIS SPACE orYOUTUBE!

This was partly provoked by my having described to Manfred, how, when I lived in the Lüneburg Heath in the 60’s, when Ulrike was on the run, it was rumoured in a red Volvo, I actually went to a fancy Dress party in Hamburg, In my red Volvo, dressed as Ulrike Meinhoff ! ( how fucking masochistic can you get??)

….. And surprise surprise I was stopped on the autobahn slip road and forced to lie in my Burberry trenchcoat at rifle point on the asphalt: I can tell you those policemen were pretty disappointed to find they had picked up a whinging faggot in pearl earrings rather than the most important terrorist of the 20th century!

Why they didn’t even try to rape me!

So more of this to come……

Anyway after a fascinating train journey and a lot of suppressed pain, I have finally had to admit to a double shin fracture, which has now been screwed up in the Schloss Park Klinik (again) as you can see I am just DYING OF FUCKING BOREDOM AT THIS END, AS PER USUAL! IT IS SUCH A DRAG AND INDIGNITY BEING CARRIED DOWN FIVE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS BY A MUSCULAR BEARDED BAVARIAN! ( even if his philosophical chat is pure magic)

El Bugger

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I DO apologise for my apalling spelling in Blog 32! Things are not quite THAT gaga yet! but one the way. getting there!

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Consumer Report on Hospitals in Berlin

or

Why a completely shagged out old bag should always have her lipstick in her arse pocket!
Well, Folks it had to come sooner or later! A Trip to a Berlin hospital (or clinic as they are often called (a difference which is always reflected in the bill if not in the servicc!)
As a first foray I had a fall, right outside me own door! The “concrete kiss” as I call them because the moment your hip hits the concrete you feel SO goddam stupid because it could almost always be avoided. Anyway I lay on my bed trying to ignore the pain then thinking: go for an x-ray you stupid bugger: otherwise you will be lying here all night wondering if the pin in your hip is going to pop out: so with Horror thoughts of the A&E Departmentin mind: I rustled up my skirts and rushed over to the Schloss Park Clinic, to be treated in A&E by a young slender tanned and discreetly muscled Nordic dream doctor to such wondrous healing Effekt that when he finally assured me that no harm had been done and said “You can gor home now, or you could stay the night here!”

For once the stupid bitch in me did not prevail! I thought, don’t be stupid! HE is just on duty in A&E: you will NEVER see him again! When you get up to the ward you will find yourself once again in the arms of the usual snippysnappy, hornrimmed bespectacled dyke endemic to such leisure centres. So one last passionate hug of the muscled tanned wonder doctor and I was whisked off home!

But believe me those muscles were well worth the concrete kiss! When I got home I was just telling Beate here how pretty the doctor was, when I looked at my chiffonnier and saw the packet: I said “Beate I must táke that back I am now totally confused because I see that I took a Viagra because it was SO boring waiting for the ambulance to come! So God knows what he really looked like!

However since then have had another more enduring foray on account of a stomach problem: I just got back yesterday from a clinic rather chicly called the Auguste-Victoria Klinikum ( I think she must have been some Kaiser bitch!)
This was the real thing alright! Snippy bitches abounded on the staff! Apart from the 6th doctor I had ( 6 doctors in 6 days!) When this one came in it took me a few miautes before I even said to him “I suppose you are a doctor as well then! Anyway it turned out that he had studied medicine at the University of Cardiff! So I ended up doing a deal with him: “Listen if you promise to get me out of this hole by 15:00 hours tomorrow then ýou can spend the morning performing any kind of examination on me you like°. I must be out by then because I am going to the theatre you see!”

Well it worked: and in thhe evening I was whisked off to “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” that GDR rock musical about the trannie Hedwig whose dick was 1 inch too small to build an adequate vagina (sorry to use that word here!). I am sure most of you saw it on Broadway or off it anyway! It was an excellent production with a real belter of a singer in tue lead in a dingy cellar in East Berlin (almost opposite the Berliner Ensemble!) was just the place to see it! Then back home with Manfred and a whole group of giggling neighbours from here ( you see YES it was the Office outing! That’s why I just HAD to get back for it!).. More to come Sohn. We have a lot planned for tue Autumn: Saturday is a 7 kilometre demo march to the Russian Embassy in support of Gay rights in Russia! (Should be a good place to pick up a few phone numbers!)
So, as you can see I am just DYING OF FUCKING BOREDOM AT THIS END, AS PER USUAL!

El Bugger

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