Vonfuse(d) Me

So I've finally discovered that I can add pictures to my posts... So here is one of the coast of St Andrews, taken from the pier. Well, St Andrews is an incredibly old town, with the University being founded already in 1410 (or around that time, noone is really sure of the exact year). So St Andrews also has a humongous cathedral, but it is only left as a ruin. You can see parts of the towers in the middle of the picture. To the right you can see a bit of the old castle of St Andrews as well. And the whole picture was taken from the pier, on which students walk in their red gowns on Sundays following the chapel service in the traditional "Pier Walk".
I guess that was today then. I had planned on going on it, finally, after seeing it only as a spectator last week. I must have missed it. In general I didn't do too much today; I spent most of the time in my room. Sleeping, playing chess and watching the grand finale of the Dunhill Links. Two players being tied up to the very last hole, so a lot of exciting right out our window. In fact, let me add a second picture to show this :) .

Right in the front is the 18th hole, and the golfers are just about to tee off from the very back. Since this was the very end of the tournament, a lot of people had come to watch and there were TV teams everywhere. Interesting, to say the least ;) ...

No I better go and get some food. We don't get dinner on the weekends, and if I want to get anything a bit better than fried stuff from some takeaway, I'll have to consult Tesco within the next 45 minutes. How little I want to get up and do anything...


Trauriger Tag (by Sarah Kirsch)

Ich bin ein Tiger im Regen
Wasser scheitelt mir das Fell
Tropfen tropfen in die Augen

Ich schlurfe langsam, schleudre die Pfoten
die Friedrichstraße entlang
und bin im Regen abgebrannt

Ich hau mich durch Autos bei Rot
geh ins Café um Magenbitter
freß die Kapelle und schaukle fort

Ich brülle am Alex den Regen scharf
das Hochhaus wird naß, verliert seinen Gürtel
(ich knurre: man tut, was man kann)

Aber es regnet den siebten Tag
Da bin ich bös bis in die Wimpern

Ich fauche mir die Straße leer
und setz mich unter ehrliche Möwen
Die sehen alle nach links in die Spree

Und wenn ich gewaltiger Tiger heule
verstehn sie: ich meine es müßte hier
noch andere Tiger geben

Current Song: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here