The world could be burning

I swear, sometimes I don’t know why my friends put up with me. Take yesterday, for example. I was over at R’s for a proper trip planning meeting – which we did while watching, among other things, Inglorious Basterds. This of course led to making a whole lot of inappropriate Nazi remarks as we "travelled" through Europe (nicely balanced with some communist remarks as well cause we're egalitarian like that - I swore at Karl Marx at least once, something to do with visas and polio) and then I completely gave up any pretence of paying attention to what we were doing when the basement scene was on. I’m paraphrasing but it went something like this:

R: What’s there to do in Prague?
Me: …hm, what? Where are we?
R: Prague.
Me: Who cares, Fassbender’s on.
R: Ok great, when we get off the train and you wonder what we’re doing, I’ll remind you that we don’t know because Fassbender was on screen.
Me: I won’t even regret it.

By my heel, I care not.

I may point out that this isn't the best film to watch when multitasking because of all the subtitling. Anyway, I have since discovered that Lonely Planet recommends an old-timey confiserie in Berlin called Fassbender & Rausch – so there you go. Relevance is where you find it. Don’t say it never did anything for us, R!

In related news, if we do get arrested at some point on our European adventure (considering how inappropriate we are, it is looking alarmingly likely), please bail us out.

Music: Dark blue - Jack's Mannequin