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Did I ever mention how much I hate the side effects of the Oktoberfest? Arriving at around elven in the evening at Munich central, being hungry, thirsty, tired and irritated (after altogether eleven hours of train ride with an inserted author meeting), last things you need are the heaps of drunken flesh on the platform you better circle in order to avoid stepping into vomit. Or the idiotic lines completely tanked jerks bawl your way. Or the 10 minutes of S-Bahn ride with the train resounding with the caterwauling of absolutely wasted Sepplhut-bearers.
Disgusting!!
At least the return trip from the meeting was considerably sweetened with three goals and threes points and a climbs of five spots in the standings *beams*!
Disgusting!!
At least the return trip from the meeting was considerably sweetened with three goals and threes points and a climbs of five spots in the standings *beams*!