This is the town square and there are thousands of people, all milling around aimlessly.
Germans do everything standing.
They stand and eat.
They stand and drink.
They stand and talk
They stand and stand and stand.
This is the local Dusseldorf hard rock duo.
All the music in Oompha traditional stuff.
Trust me, this lot were well oiled at three in the afternoon.
In fact, most people were fucked drunk. This guy has two containers of beer on his back. They were running very low at the time.
There was a guy who got lucky later that night.
One had to be very careful while walking, because many people found the road tilted in all directions at once.
The themed look is very in. Check the gut on the right of the picture. Don’t ask, but it has something to do with alcohol.
There is a very good reason why I stay stone cold sober at events like these. The piss house queue. You got to figure how many people are knyping in agony, waiting .
There is of course and alternative to the toilet. I’m sure the restaurant owner must be charmed.
And of course, there is the ‘dronk verdriet’ factor. Drunken tears, for the English readers.
This number was howling up a storm of tears.
And then when we came back some little fuckwit had tagged our boards that we put up so to protect our windows.
One day I am going to catch one and he will pay for all the others as well. Promise
I also took our sign down for the weekend. It seemed like a good idea then and still is now.
I’ll put it back up on Tuesday when everybody is sober again.
Right now, I have a board to paint.