what else for me to do than to provide the world with more useless information on a Kraut's life in Chesterfield. I've just come back from town, wet through of course. I was amazed how all those young girls still run around with teeny weeny gold and silver sandals and itsy bitsy tops, when I'm in trainers and a trenchcoat. But then again, they're right: It's bloody summer! I
I'm starting to get used to the rain; also to the fact that the water is actually coming from everywhere.  It's raining "rainbubbles" which pop on the pavement and splash your feet from below. The wind makes sure you get it from all sides, so you might as well leave your umbrella at home as the bit coming from above doesn't make it any worse.
When I lived in Ireland (Limerick to be precise), I always thought that must have been the wettest hole in the whole wide world. The river Shannon seemed to evaporate thousands of litres each day, bulding heavy clouds which then rained down, only on Limerick of course. As soon as you left the city everything was fine. One night it rained so bad that some yob tried to take my umbrella off me with by sheer violence as I innocently waited for the bus in the dark ("Gimme yer feckin' umbrella"!). As I was still new to the country and not too well trained in proper verbal retaliation in a foreign lingo, some other bloke, with an umbrella bigger than mine came to my rescue ("Feck off yer bastard, lave da lady alohn!"). 

Talking about Irish, Pete Dogherty was on Jonathan Ross last night, and what a lovely guys he is, honestly! I'm gonna get one of these batches saying "Pete Dogherty is innocent!", just don't know where they sell them. 

Anyway, enough, "Lucy the teenage transsexual" is on in a bit, the evening is saved!