Life on Mars

Weez The Cleek are quorate in the Hippodrome drinking Spaten Frühlings Festbier.
Where are the rest of The 34?
By this time Jonathan reckoned the missing people should organise a coach to bring over the missing 24 and take the rest of us home, if necessary...


A Right Royal Breakfast then a hot orgasm.


There is one thing about staying at the Royal Hotel (Schiller Str) that everyone agrees about: the breakfast is excellent, worth getting up for. There is something for every taste.

Marg’s new coffee house became the first place of rendezvous on Friday. In our last visit we stumbled across this place in Petersplatz. The Caffe Piemonte (Petersplatz 9,80331) serves white hot chocolate beyond any drink of Hot Chocolate Hector has ever tasted. The others were sold and so one by one we arrived and some were tempted. Maggie loved it.

The Fruhlings Fest was advertised all around the city. It was due to start today. We have always wanted to visit this mini version of the Oktoberfest and so we walked, well one of us did not, up to the Theresienwiese to find it did not open until late afternoon. There was only one thing to do... worship St Jacobus at the Forschungsbräuerei (Perlach): the finest Bier in Munchen. On arrival, Marg went for a walk, some resisted the Blond initially. Dr Stan was given an Intermediate 2 multiple choice Physics paper. It can now be recorded that when Dr Stan visits St Jacobus he leaves all knowledge of his specialist subject behind him. Hector does not believe that double integration is necessary at this level.
We left late afternoon and in a very healthy state, only a Bierfest could get us to leave this early.

The Spaten tent was empty but every table unoccupied was booked. We had an hour, or so. There were fancy steins but no significant Festbier to be had. The photos are great and we all thought we were at a Partick Thistle convention; however there were far too many people for that. Abundant food was being put on display. As the place filled with all those lucky enough to have bookings for the first night, it was obvious we would have to leave.

Next was an open air Paulaner enclosure. The sun was going down and so was the temperature. This would be a ‘quick half. Marg had gone a wandering and returned with the information that she reckoned we could get a seat in the Augustiner tent.
The Augustiner tent had filled very quickly in the minutes it took us to get there. Back in 1978 at my first Oktoberfest, Archie and I searched in every tent for two seats: we never managed single Bier at the site. Hector does not mess about. We were seven, with possibly more joining us – let’s get a seat. I spotted a gap and went for it. Four of us were on one table, three behind. By the end of the first Bier we were Zusammen.

This was Marg’s first experience of the madness that is a festival tent. Having signed up for Hilpoltstein’s Burgfest in the summer, it was important that Marg enjoy this. She did. I believe Marg had alcohol...it does help.
Steve and Hector had eaten little, so a Curry-Heute was in order. The trip to the Indien Express is now reported on the sister site.
Maggie and Lord Clive went for a kebab, Clive had two.