Sep 18, 2009
A disappointing twelve inches, and getting messy in Munich
A fairly healthy week this week. I’ve brought my own lunch (alternating between chowder and Moroccan chickpea soup—both homemade) to work every day (until today), and—apart from a great curry on Monday night—I’ve been pretty healthy in the evenings. I weighed myself at lunchtime today and I’ve lost a pound this week, which is half a stone overall.
Today hasn’t been a good day, but intentionally so. After weighing myself and as a sort of congratulations for losing a pound, I had a foot-long Reggae Reggae Chicken Sub. It was indescribably disappointing. I’ll stick to what I know in future; a foot-long meatball sub (which, I’m told, contains the same amount of salt as eleven-and-a-half bags of crisps). Despite not really fancying it and despite realising it’s really not a particularly great deal, I made my foot-long into a ‘meal deal’. This ‘deal’ involves paying £1.50 extra for a coke and a bag of crisps. A coke and a bag of crisps that would ordinarily cost 90p and 45p respectively.
Tonight I want fish and chips and a few beers, and tomorrow morning I will try to have a fried breakfast. The aim to all of this seemingly reckless gluttony is to fill my stomach with as much stodgy food as possible before hitting Oktoberfest tomorrow where, I’m reliably informed, “there’s nothing to do except sit and drink.”
It’s a stag weekend, and from what I can gather the stag group consists of an ominous mix of Irishmen, rugby players and chartered accountants. In no way meaning to stereotype, I imagine things could get messy, hence the need to load my stomach with alcohol-soaking-up food (I can’t afford to crash and burn like I did last weekend).
We have been instructed to wear Top Gun outfits. The more I think about that, the more I think it’s a terrible, terrible idea. To summarise, we will be walking around Munich dressed in US military uniforms. I can’t help thinking some of the locals might take offence to this. As someone suggested to me, “It’s the equivalent of some Germans walking around London in Luftwaffe uniforms.” As someone else suggested, “You’ll be fine. Fortunately Germans are known for their sense of humour.”
Right, I must sign off before I stereotype, offend or abuse any other nationalities. I hope to be in touch early next week. If I’m not in touch by Tuesday evening I’m probably being kicked around München or am getting intimate with its customs officers.
Auf Wiedersehen, meine Freunde.