the boyfriend just reached the big three oh. oh as in 'oh my god, i feel so old!' which of course is quite the wrong thing to say to me, who has 10 years on him.
anyway him indoors had always wanted to go to Berlin, so did my usual 'business / pleasure' thing and arranged to go and check out a swanky hotel there, and treated him to his flight as part of his pressie (a word i loathe, by the way, and which i have banned from any publication i am involved with).
so, off we trotted. Air Berlin - lovely. they even gave us a free drink and a sandwich. imagine!
arrived to a sunnyish capital, checked our bags into swankarama hotel (rocco forte's new gaff, very nice too) and off we went to check out our neighbourhood.
anyway. you know sometimes you visit a new city and you feel 'there's something going on here if only i knew to look'? well, as friends of him indoors used to live there we did actually know where to look but we both spent the weekend feeling a bit 'is this it?'
don't get me wrong, we had a lovely break but we were both underwhelmed. i was expecting crisp blue skies, frost and BowieIggy lookalikes in every smoke filled bar but all i got was drizzle and sausages.
our Saturday morning was exciting. Mr D was all in a guidebook tizzy when i arrived back from my organic facial (well, i was WORKING, I'd earned it!). 'I've found a shop that sells Bernard Wilhem, Anne Demelmeister, Ute Pelier, it sounds great' (ok, i know i've spelt those wrong, so shoot me).
unfortunately, it was a cab drive away. if you ever find yourself out of a job can i suggest becoming a Berlin cabbie? you don't need to have a clue about where anything is, an inability to read maps is also fine, as are terrible driving skills, but that's a whole other blog (based, btw on 5 shocking cab experiences).
so, we get a cab. 20 minutes later we arrive at the shop. in the pouring rain.
and Mr was right, it stocks all of those labels and more and is indeed great IF YOU ARE A WOMAN!
'Do you speak English' 'yes'
'Do you sell menswear' 'no'
'Do you know anywhere round here that sells designer mens clothes? 'no'
back into another cab.
how we laughed.
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