Girl in Germany

Well, I'm sitting on a fat sofa feeling fat after eating fajitas and downing red wine. Meanwhile the scallies of Longsight and Levenshulme are turning the streets of South Manchester into Beirut lighting bonfires and setting fireworks off in old people's letter boxes. I miss home. I really do. *daydreams about sparklers*

This weekend was a lot of fun. In the interests of doing something "Culturally German", I somehow ended up at a Depeche Mode Party at this place. All sorts of wrong, but I loved it. The only thing I can liken it to is Homoelectric but with more dubious fashion sense. (And er, more goths.) Skinny white jeans - looks wank on Johnny Borell, looks wank on chunky Dave Gahan wannabies. The boys could move though. Plus the American diner with the framed 80s pop magazines on the top floor was aces. Chips and mayo. Hmm. I really need a new camera.

We've been having a bit of a Soft cell revival in the flat and this is my favourite song of theirs. If anyone can send me a link of the original banned version, I will love you forever. Or a good while at least.

xX