DDK - Die Deutschen Klassiker

Ollie wrote: ↑Mon Mar 11, 2024 12:26 pm

Ha! I was probably 50m from you when you took that! The Rothmans splittie passed me when I was by the cinema.

It is. I'm not in it after all. But then Jonny F****** up the intro isn't, either.

James, no idea why pics aren't showing? I'll see if I can host them elsewhere.

Partly your fault, Sam. Thank you.

The big German lad is on the same return flight, but thankfully not next to me again. Somehow I manage a new record time through Schiphol - from getting out of my seat to standing on platform 4 takes me under ten minutes. I'm back home 32 hours after I left. I need to find a home for the wee 911. It...

I ask Egg if he'll drop me off in town so's I can get the bus back to the airport, but he argues that he's got a three hour drive ahead of him and not enough sleep anyway, so an extra twenty minutes makes no odds. I don't argue, because time with pals is important. I wake up early the next morning, ...

Before the second half we treat ourselves to some of the free musks that Johny's arranged at the front of the stage. Aramis and Sportscar sting the nostrils. And genuinely smell like the '80s. Blue Stratos smells like talc. Egg apparently still smells of Amaris the day after. The second half of the ...

Johny kept the Sharpie, the cheeky shıte. I get chatting with Richard, and get my second 'what?' of the evening out of him when I tell him where I've come from just to see this. He's astounded, and says that 'we're absolutely not worth it'. They were. We get pics and then sod off so that other folk ...

Soon enough the show begins, with the duo warming up the audience and Richard asks just how many folk ate at that really good looking Indian across from the theatre, and it seems a whole load of us did. He zeroes in on me and asks what I had. Now if you listen to the podcast, you'll know that he has...

The restaurant is full of other petrolheads. Obviously. We tuck in to our poppadoms and chat shıt like we always do, like it was yesterday we last saw each other. It was actually October. I'm introduced to Al, who came down with Egg and Grandrew, who'd got a ticket independently after we had, and me...

The bus journey isn't a bad one, and before long I'm at Giffnock railway station with a half mile walk - and my tea at an Indian restaurant - in front of me. My pals are there already, at the table that I'd booked. They've ordered for me, and sent me a pic: https://img.retro-rides.org/i/v/misteralz/...

I have a great, albeit emotional afternoon in Glasgow, visiting GoMA, admiring architecture and street art and browsing in loads of cool wee shops. Spot a 911 and a G-Wagen, and a Lamborghini Urine driven twattishly because every city centre has one of those. https://img.retro-rides.org/i/v/misteral...

My mum's already at the bus station, so she's going to meet me there. The bus joins the M8 and makes good time. When it peels off before the Mitchell Library I notice that the pedestrian flynowhere has finally been completed. The office building built on the flyover to nowhere? That's still there. T...

The flight is uneventful, although sucky. I theoretically have a window seat, but the windows and seats are like the graduations of a vernier caliper so I actually have the bit between windows as my view. The fattest German I've seen in years pours himself into the seat next to me - and my armrest f...

I spend the afternoon prepping. Well, more truthfully, I spend an hour prepping and then spend the rest of the day in 'waiting mode'. Bag I usually use for mountain biking emptied (because losing a good multitool to pointless anti-terrorist measures would hurt) and repacked with all the little toile...

I have a long and complicated relationship with Scotland, and Glasgow in particular. I also had a very tough year last year which involved me being back over several times. The last time was for a good reason, but the bad reason was still looming over me. This would be the first time I'd been back s...