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3,342: Morning views

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Guten morgen

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) by Sky Ferreira

On this day
PB & J & J, 27 May 2010

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May 27th, 2017 at 2:15 am

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3,341: Mexican Minipops Week

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And here we are, the last day of Mexican Minipops Week. It was fun for me. Hope you enjoyed it, too.

I have a plan for future Minipops Weeks. We began in Germany and then went to Mexico, it kinda makes sense in my head to keep going anti-clockwise around the continents. Next will be a South American country, then an African country, then an Oceanic one, and finally an Asian country before the next European one.

There’s a couple of reasons for this plan: it feels nice in my brain, and it would also be very easy for me to accidentally slide into a pattern of doing loads of European countries straight away. Indeed, before I thought about doing Mexico as the second Minipops Week, I was thinking about an Irish or Swedish one next. I don’t wanna do all the countries where I could name 25-30 people off the top of my head before tackling, for example, Mali, Ecuador, or Bhutan.

So yes, coming at some point in June: Argentine Minipops Week. If you have any suggestions for that, let me know. But for now, here’s the last bunch of Mexican Minipops.

🇲🇽 El Santo 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Comandanta Ramona 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽💵 Carlos Slim 💵🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Chavela Vargas 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz 🇲🇽 That's the last one of Mexican Minipops Week. Hope you enjoyed it. At some point in June I will do Argentine Minipops Week 🇦🇷

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German Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.
Mexican Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.

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May 26th, 2017 at 3:12 am

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3,340: Fußball in Berlin, game 25

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Yesterday was Father’s Day in Germany. A day when some men like to get drunk and behave badly. It was also a public holiday because of something Christian. Easter II (The Director’s Cut), maybe..? Obama was in town, reminding everyone of what a president should look like.

And for me and the 6,689 other people inside the stadium, it was the final of the Beriner Landespokal, the Berlin Cup: Berliner FC Dynamo v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin.

The Berliner Landespokal is a competition for loads of Berlin teams. Only the two biggest teams in the city (Hertha BSC and 1. FC Union Berlin) didn’t compete. And the cup is part of a bigger national event organised by the Deutscher Fußball-Bund (German Football Association) where every state has its similar amateur cup final game on the same day. They call it Finaltag der Amateure (Amateur Final Day). It seems to me that this is quite a good idea. The games from all around Germany are televised nationally, so lots of people who wouldn’t normally go to or watch amateur football can do so.

This is something I’d been looking forward to ever since I thought about the project to see all eleven Berlin teams in the top five tiers of German football. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the idea of going to this cup final held a special place in my brain, like a crowning moment of my personal project. Absurd, of course, but it was actually really nice to look forward to a cup final between two teams I don’t care about in the same way that I would look forward to the FA Cup Final being on telly when I was a youngster.

My flatmate and I, though, had sat on the balcony the night before, happily drinking and listening to songs on YouTube. Both of us were a bit raw come Cup Final Day. Thankfully, the game was taking place at the local stadium. When the stadium ticket office opened a couple of hours before kick off, we nipped to get tickets for the Haupttribüne, the main stand. The stadium is also the home stadium of Dynamo. Their fans would be in the other side of the ground. Viktoria, a team with less fans, had a couple of sections next to the main stand, and the main stand itself was a mix of neutral fans and Viktoria fans, with a few Dynamo fans scattered around, too. But I am getting ahead of myself.

We got the tickets and went to a local bar, Cafe Meta, where I’d arranged to meet another pal. Sometimes, I’m shocked at my own brain’s inability to think things through. When we organised to meet there, I didn’t even consider that it would be busy. In my head, I thought: this place is close to the stadium, it’s nice, so we can sit down have a quiet drink and a chat. My brain had, for whatever reason, totally failed to connect the cup final happening a couple of hundred metres away in the home stadium of one of the teams: of course it would be full of their fans. And Dynamo fans have a reputation. At this point I will say that the only Dynamo fan I have ever known was a good guy. Not a hooligan, and not right wing. But Dynamo fans have that reputation.

This was the second Dynamo game I’ve been to, and I don’t feel entirely comfortable around them. This is quite likely all in my imagination, of course. Stood outside the bar with beers, the sunglasses of a guy near me fell off his head, onto the pavement, near my feet. I picked them up and passed them to him. He snatched them out of my hand and did not say thank you. I did not lodge an official complaint with the British Embassy about this blatant rudeness, but it didn’t help my perception that we were drinking in a bar where our presence wasn’t welcome.

Inside the stadium we got some beers, found a spot at the railing along the walkway above the lower section of seats in the Haupttribüne, and settled in. The stranger next to us asked if the beer was alcohol free. We said no. He said that he thought all the beer at the stadium was alcohol free today. We kinda assumed he was joking or didn’t know what he was on about: the Berliner Landespokal is, for sponsorship reasons, currently called the Berliner Pilsner Pokal, after the local beer Berliner Pilsner. There’s no way that these two facts could sit together. Makes no sense. And I’m still not entirely sure if we were drinking real beer or fake beer. For a while, it felt like we were drinking alcohol. Maybe it was a combo of a couple of beers before the game and the placebo effect of thinking we were drinking beer. I started to have my doubts, though, when I burped. The burpy taste was distinctly different to a Berliner Pilsner burp. I know this, because that is my go-to beer for the fridge at home. I’ve burped their burps many times. I’m not sure I want to do any more research on whether it was or wasn’t beer. I’m quite happy with the mystery.

The game started okay. Viktoria had a good first half with a couple of decent chances. Dynamo were in it a bit more in the second half, but aside from the last five minutes or so of the game, it was pretty dull. 0-0 at full time. Extra time on its way. My friend and I were both hungry. Neither of us eat meat. There were no meat-free snacks available, not even chips (fries) or chips (crisps). We had the tentative “well, what do you want to do?” chat and fairly swiftly decided: fuck it, let’s go and get some food. We weren’t the only ones leaving. Most people stayed of course, but there were about 50 other people (fans of both teams) heading to the gates. As we turned onto a side street, we heard a big cheer. Dynamo had score. Too big a cheer to be a Viktoria goal. But we were focussed on our empty bellies, and went to Beirut Restaurant, our local and entirely excellent Lebanese place for some makali.

While our bellies were thanking us, Viktoria equalised. While our bellies continued to thank us, Dynamo scored a second and a third goal. But we were makali-ed up. Life was good. The final hadn’t lived up to my pre-game excitement, but as tedious commentators will often say, “that’s football.”

Fußball in Berlin:
Hertha BSC v Eintracht Frankfurt, (25/2/17)
FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin v 1. FC Lokomotive Leipzig (18/3/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v SV Lichtenberg 47, (19/3/17)
Berliner AK 07 v FC Schönberg 95, (22/3/17)
SV Empor Berlin v 1. FC Union Berlin, (23/3/17)
VSG Altglienicke v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin, (25/3/17)
Berliner FC Dynamo v Hertha BSC II, (29/3/17)
Hertha BSC II v FSV Union Fürstenwalde, (1/4/17)
Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06 v 1. FC Frankfurt, (2/4/17)
1. FC Union Berlin v Erzgebirge Aue, (5/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Berliner AK 07, (7/4/17)
SV Lichtenberg 47 v SV Victoria Seelow, (14/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Hansa Rostock II, (15/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Hertha BSC II, (20/4/17)
FC Strausberg v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (23/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06, (26/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v FC Energie Cottbus, (28/4/17)
SV Germania 90 Schöneiche v SV Altlüdersdorf, (29/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Mecklenburg Schwerin, (30/4/17)
1. FC Frankfurt v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (7/5/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v SV Grün-Weiss Brieselang, (12/5/17)
SV Empor Berlin v SV Tasmania Berlin, (13/5/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (19/5/17)
SV Tasmania Berlin v SC Staaken, (21/5/17)
Berliner FC Dynamo v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin, (25/5/17)

Other business
There are obviously reasons why we don’t immediately know the names of victims of things like the horrible thing in Manchester, and rightly so. But, y’know, unless a perpetrator is still at large, I don’t need to know the name or see a photo of the terrorists who do such heinous things. The inverted pyramid of journalism could use an update:

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits

On this day
Stuck Tic Tacs, 26 May 2009

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
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May 26th, 2017 at 3:09 am

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3,339: Mexican Minipops Week

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Buenos días, y’all. Day four.

🇲🇽🎤 Juanga 🎤🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Juan García Esquivel 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 El Chavo del Ocho 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Rafael Márquez 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Moctezuma II 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Vicente Fernández 🇲🇽

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German Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.
Mexican Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.

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May 25th, 2017 at 1:54 am

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3,338: Massive aircraft hanger

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There was this massive aircraft hanger. Really big. It looked like the shield thingy that covers the Chernobyl reactor. Inside that was a mall. No shops. Just white walls where the shop fronts would be. The escalators worked. Upstairs on the third floor was a multiplex cinema. Ten screens. You could hear a lot of talking from each of the rooms. Excited talking because, you see, these were all fans of Harry Styles. And he was going to play live. It wasn’t one of those live streams they do in some cinemas. It was more interesting than that. Slightly evil. Harry Styles would be playing inside one of these cinemas. There were armed riot police lining the corridors of the multiplex ready for the immediate aftermath of him coming on stage. Fans had bought tickets, you see, for the event. When they arrived they chose a room and sat down. When one screening room was full, that one was blocked off. This went on until all the rooms were full.

Harry came on stage in the 7th room. Not the biggest, not the smallest. As anticipated, the people in the other rooms weren’t happy. Nine rooms of disappointed people. That’s when the police moved in. They asked people to leave. A lot did just that. Others were dragged out. Why Harry’s people hadn’t foreseen this is anybody’s guess. The people in the 7th room had a jolly good time. He played some new songs, some One Direction songs. He was only onstage for about 40 minutes, but everyone was happy.

On the train leaving the hanger, everyone became aware that a contagious disease was spreading. There were no symptoms, but we all knew it was happening. We all knew we could die. But we were unable to vocalise this. We couldn’t tell people that we were contagious. People made a collective decision, through telepathy, that they would stay on the train. Contain the disease and hope it didn’t spread any further than amongst those who were already doomed.

A tiny man, a real human, no taller than a packet of cigarettes grabbed my trouser cuff. He tugged at it. He bit my ankle through my sock. Others on the train were experiencing the same thing. After we’d been bitten by the tiny people, we abandoned the containment plan and tried to get out of the train. We smashed windows and pried the doors open. We had to get back to our friends, we had to tell them about the disease. But, of course, we couldn’t vocalise this. The only way we could tell them was by giving them the disease. It was a vicious disease.

Not everyone died. Most of the people on the train did, though. I survived. I flew to Los Angeles. I wanted to get away from Europe. I saw Harry Styles with the other members of One Direction sat outside a cafe. I stopped and told Harry that I was there. He introduced me to Robbie Williams. Me and Robbie got along quite well. He liked my paintings. He had a proposal: I could live with him in his mansion. I could use the pool house as a studio. It was like the pool house in The O.C. On the last day of every month, he would come into the studio and choose one painting and that would be my rent. I could sell the rest.

And I sold the rest. Robbie’s Hollywood friends loved my paintings. I painted every day. I swam in the pool. Robbie and I played a lot of ping pong. Life was good. I had survivor’s guilt, though, and you could see it in my paintings. And that’s why they sold. People wanted to hang my guilt on their walls. I felt even more guilty. I couldn’t keep these feelings out of the paintings but the success of my paintings only made the guilt stronger, like I was profiting from the deaths of those people on the train. This extra guilt made the paintings even more successful. And on and on it went. I could afford to buy my own LA mansion, but I knew I could never leave Robbie’s. I would make an effort to do shitty paintings. I wanted it to end. While I painted them I was sure they were rubbish, but by the end I would look at them, and they were still good. They were loved. They sold. I hated my work. Everyone loved it.

And, as you may have suspected, just like season nine of Dallas, it was all a dream. Which, while true, is a shitty end to the story. But that’s how I felt when I woke up, so, y’know.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Hasta Que Te Conocí by Juan Gabriel

On this day
67 hours, 25 May 2007. So much of these 67 hours are still quite fresh in my head: flying from Berlin to London to Athens to London to Berlin, all in the name of watching a football match. With no sleep.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
The Love Unlimited Orchestra

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May 25th, 2017 at 1:32 am

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3,337: Mexican Minipops Week

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Day three of Mexican Minipops Week.

All the important aspects of life covered today: the arts, the sports, and ¡revolución!

🇲🇽 María Félix 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Diego María de la Concepción Juan Nepomuceno Estanislao de la Rivera y Barrientos Acosta y Rodríguez 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Hugo Sánchez 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Emiliano Zapata 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Japhet Amador 🇲🇽

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German Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.
Mexican Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.

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May 24th, 2017 at 1:41 am

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3,336: Bierpinsel

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In the Steglitz district of Berlin, there’s this wonderful building. It was designed by Ralf Schüler and Ursulina Schüler-Witte (who also designed the excellent ICC that I wrote about recently), built in the early Seventies, and was originally a restaurant and nightclub. It’s been closed for over a decade. In 2010, it was painted by graffiti artists. And yep, it’s cool as heck. Some poor quality photos from my crappy phone below. The Internet is full of better pics of the Bierpinsel should you feel like googlin’.









The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Carolina by Harry Styles. I’ve listened to the album quite a bit now. I like 1D anyway, and the Sign of the Times single was ace. The album is pretty good. If you heard it in a cafe or bar and didn’t know who it was you’d be interested to know who it’s by. It’s a 7 out of 10, I reckon. And there’s enough good stuff there to think that maybe he will end up having quite a long and fruitful career. Good for him, cos he comes across as an exceptionally nice young man in interviews.

On this day
It’s Grim Up North, 24 May 2013

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Love and Dancing

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May 24th, 2017 at 1:33 am

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3,335: Mexican Minipops Week

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More Mexican Minipops…

🇲🇽📺 Odisea Burbujas 📺🇲🇽

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🇲🇽🎤 Paulina Rubio 🎤🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 Vicente Fox 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽🎭 Cantinflas 🎭🇲🇽

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🇲🇽⚾️ Fernando Valenzuela ⚾️🇲🇽

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German Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.
Mexican Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.

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May 23rd, 2017 at 12:09 pm

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3,334: Mexican Minipops Week

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Back in April, I did a week of German Minipops. I called it German Minipops Week. It was fun. so I’m gonna make an effort to do something similar every month. This week (starting a day late, somewhat appropriately) it’s Mexican Minipops Week.

I enjoyed doing the German Minipops Week in April, so I'm gonna make an effort to do something similar every month. This week (starting a day late, somewhat appropriately) it's Mexican Minipops Week 🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽

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🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽 Blue Demon 🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽

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🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽🎤 Timbiriche 🎤🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽

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🇲🇽 EPN 🇲🇽

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🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽 Subcomandante Marcos 🇲🇽🎉🇲🇽

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German Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.
Mexican Minipops Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.

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May 23rd, 2017 at 10:08 am

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3,333: Three

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Three is, as we are all more than aware, the magic number.
Yes it is. It’s the magic number.

First interesting thing about the number 3 is that the version you sometimes see with a flat top bit was developed to stop people changing it to an 8. Source.

Obviously, there’s the Holy Trinity: the Taylor, the Charli, and the Carly Rae.

It’s been retired six times in Major League Baseball: Babe Ruth (Yankees), Earl Averill (Cleveland’s baseball team), Bill Terry (Giants), Harmon Killebrew (Twins), Dale Murphy (Braves), Harold Baines (White Sox).

And Fun Boy Three. A fantastic short-lived group formed by three members of the Specials. I really liked them when I was a kid. I was eleven or twelve years old. They still sound ace, though. I can distinctly remember the feeling of joy I had when, after “It Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)” was by Fun Fun Three with Bananarama, there was “Really Saying Something” by Bananarama with Fun Boy Three. That made me happy. And even though we’d already had Motörhead and Girlschool doing a record together, but the idea that two complete bands could do a record together was mind-blowing to me.

All of their excellent singles:
The Lunatics (Have Taken Over the Asylum)
It Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)
Really Saying Something
The Telephone Always Rings
Summertimes
The More I See (The Less I Believe)
The Tunnel of Love
Our Lips Are Sealed

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Shy Boy by Bananarama (entirely a coincidence, by the way, but a nice one).

On this day
Ballpark in the forest, 23 May 2011

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Martin Rushent

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May 23rd, 2017 at 2:10 am

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3,332: Fußball in Berlin, games 23 and 24

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Friday night was another local derby for Tennis Borussia, the last of their eight Berlin derby games of the season, away at FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf. I went to see Hertha 03 in March. Nice little stadium. It was grim and rainy and cold that day, Friday was a lovely warm evening. The weather and the visiting team made a big difference to the attendance, too. I’d been told that a lot of Tennis fans went to this game last season, and it was no different the other night. Hertha 03’s average attendance this season has been 183. Their previous highest attendance of the season was 275. On Friday, it was 407.

They had laid on extra staff, too, compared to the last time I was there. Someone grilling sausages, a couple of lads sorting out the beers, and someone else selling cakes, the proceeds of which were, if I remember correctly, going to the girls team.

It was a monumentally fun atmosphere. Chatting, singing, balloons. The deeper one gets into being a fan of Tennis Borussia, the more rewarding it is. I like that when I walk to get a beer, I can now say hello to someone I’ve spoken to at another game along the way. It’s not the football quality, of course, it’s a feeling of being part of a group. This is obvious. But I have struggled with the idea of fandom over the past few years. I had issues with the New York Yankees to the point where I just stopped supporting them, I’ve not felt comfortable with some of the things the Cruz Azul ownership has done, and the Diablos Rojos del México’s new policy of only hiring Mexican players makes me very angry indeed. But here, with the Tennis fans… it sounds sentimental, a bit mawkish maybe, but it’s so nice to feel at home even though I’ve only been to seven of their games. And that’s entirely down to their fans.

Tennis took a 1-0 lead into half time. And made it 2-0 just after the break. They lost 4-2.

On Sunday, I went down to Neukölln. A part of the city I never really went to when I initially lived in Berlin. But since I’ve been away, it’s become the cool part of town, because of the cheaper rents. A friend and I went to see SV Tasmania Berlin v SC Staaken. This is the Berlin Liga, the sixth tier of football, one tier below Tennis Borussia’s division. Before the game, Staaken were top of the league with four games remaining. A victory over third place Tasmania combined with a loss from second place Eintracht Mahlsdorf would give Staaken the title. Staaken won 1-0, but Mahlsdorf won their game, too. Champagne on ice for another week when the title is purely in their own hands: win one game, and they are champs.

In a way, Tasmania’s ground Werner-Seelenbinder-Sportpark is kinda perfect. It’s small, has some seats in the middle, and terraces either side of those seats on both sides of the field. One end of the field, where several balls were hoofed, there’s some trees. The other end, some benches and tables were a bunch of people sat, drank, and watched the game. I went to this game with a friend. It was her first live football game since seeing Arsenal at the [Name of Airline] Stadium. Thankfully, she enjoyed it. As always: live football is fun. Be it a shit game or a good game, there’s usually something to enjoy.

While we were there, I met Ben, a British photographer living in Berlin. He takes great photos of football in the lower leagues. If you like photos and football, he’s worth a follow: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Web site. His photos are very much better than mine.

My next game (Thursday) should be an exciting one: it’s the Berlin Cup Final between FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin and Berliner FC Dynamo at my local stadium, Friedrich-Ludwig-Jahn-Sportpark.

And, finally, the old style naming of the Berlin Fußball Project now seem a little pointless. What started out as an inside-of-my-brain school project to see the eleven Berlin teams in the top five tiers of German football was completed in the middle of April. I am, though, still writing about football in Berlin. So I will continue to link to the posts until the end of the season.

Fußball in Berlin:
Hertha BSC v Eintracht Frankfurt, (25/2/17)
FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin v 1. FC Lokomotive Leipzig (18/3/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v SV Lichtenberg 47, (19/3/17)
Berliner AK 07 v FC Schönberg 95, (22/3/17)
SV Empor Berlin v 1. FC Union Berlin, (23/3/17)
VSG Altglienicke v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin, (25/3/17)
Berliner FC Dynamo v Hertha BSC II, (29/3/17)
Hertha BSC II v FSV Union Fürstenwalde, (1/4/17)
Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06 v 1. FC Frankfurt, (2/4/17)
1. FC Union Berlin v Erzgebirge Aue, (5/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Berliner AK 07, (7/4/17)
SV Lichtenberg 47 v SV Victoria Seelow, (14/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Hansa Rostock II, (15/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Hertha BSC II, (20/4/17)
FC Strausberg v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (23/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06, (26/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v FC Energie Cottbus, (28/4/17)
SV Germania 90 Schöneiche v SV Altlüdersdorf, (29/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Mecklenburg Schwerin, (30/4/17)
1. FC Frankfurt v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (7/5/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v SV Grün-Weiss Brieselang, (12/5/17)
SV Empor Berlin v SV Tasmania Berlin, (13/5/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (19/5/17)
SV Tasmania Berlin v SC Staaken, (21/5/17)

A wee bit of artwork
Minipop Nos. 1,312 and 1,313: The Horrors and Reggie Watts


The song in my head when I woke up this morning
What Do You Mean? by Justin Bieber

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Animated GIFs for IBMblr, 22 May 2014

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Happy Birthday (Altered Images song)

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3,331: Embedding the week

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Blackbird and sparrow hanging around, listening to the Boo Radleys with me

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Polar bear and sal de gusano

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The late night platform wait.

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U-Bahn legs

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It’s Not Me by Supergrass

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Yellow bumps, 21 May 2015

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May 21st, 2017 at 1:57 am

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3,330: Morning views

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Every morning when I wake up I take a photo out of the window. Previous morning views:
Weeks Nos. 1/2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

A wee bit of artwork

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
True Love by Coldplay

On this day
She sells sea shells, 20 May 2014

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One Dove

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May 20th, 2017 at 5:15 am

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3,329: There’s a band playing on the radio

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There’s a radio in the bathroom. And there’s a bathtub in the bathroom. Those two things make for an enjoyable combo. I, as disc jockeys often tell you to do, keep it locked on one station: Berliner Rundfunk 91.4 It’s an oldies station. Back in the day, their slogan was something like “the best of sixties, seventies, eighties, and all time.” You would hope so, really. I mean, that’s what oldies stations do, innit? Apart from Craig Robinson FM which will play the most average songs of the sixties, seventies, eighties, and all time. It’s 10.34am, and this is “Living in a Box” by Living in in a Box.

Aside from the fact that they seem to play Cat Stevens every time I’m in the tub, it’s a joy-filled time for me. There’s pretty much always something I can sing along with. There are, of course, times when I wanna listen to something different, like E2-E4 for example, which I listen to in the bath at least once a month, I’d say.

But, yep, Berliner Rundfunk is the business. Oh Yeah, (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life, You Make Me Feel Brand New, Young Turks, Live is Life, Dreadlock Holiday, Forever in Blue Jeans, Mississippi, Sweet Home Alabama, Red Red Wine, . I could go on, naturally.

And once I’m done lying around doing nothing in the tub, time to sit up, clean my bits, then I’m right next to where the shower head holder thing is on the wall. It’s time for singing into the fisheye lens effect of the shiny metal. That can last quite a while, I’ll tell you that for nothing. Shrivelled skin on my finger tips, but heartily singing along – totally nude! – to Sloop John B.

A wee bit of artwork

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Live While We’re Young by One Direction

On this day
Something for the weekend, 19 May 2006

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Andrew Weatherall

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May 19th, 2017 at 2:38 am

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3,328: Horses

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On Sunday, I went with some friends to see some horse racing. First time outside of Mexico, where I’ve been to the Hipódromo de las Américas in Mexico City a couple of times. This one, though, was at a place called Galopprennbahn Hoppegarten, just outside of the eastern edge of Berlin. A few people looked like they thought they were at Ascot with the hats and stuff. Most people, though, were like us: in normal clothes. It was Irish Day, which seemed to just mean some people playing Irish music on a stage outside of the racetrack area, and far far away from the rest of the booze and food, you could buy a Guinness. There was a stand from the Irish Embassy, too. Maybe I should’ve tried to stay there. Claimed political asylum, escaping from the evil Brexit regime.

Like being at a zoo, I have mixed feelings watching a horse race. Am I mentally silencing objections simply because I quite enjoy being there? In one race, a horse was way behind all the others. He pulled up in front of where we were. Something was wrong. A couple of cars and a horsebox came out. They put up a screen so the people couldn’t see the horse. And they shot it.

They didn’t really shoot it. When they removed the screen, the horse had gone into the horsebox, and they all drove off to the stables. Where they shot the horse. I don’t know if that happened, but why let the truth get in the way of what I feel might be the case. It worked for those fucking awful Brexit voters, so maybe I should start living like that.

I bet on three races. In the first one, I bet a whole euro on Amigo. The rider has an orange shirt with black arms. It came second. It was in the lead for quite a while, though. Not sure that counts as winning, though. Then I chucked another whole euro on Bebe Cherie. That one came 14th out of 16. In the last race we bet on, I went hell for leather, betting two euros on Ostana. And whaddayaknow! It won! €16.80. Victory! Quit while you’re ahead, son. We celebrated with a plastic bowl of pea soup. And it was good pea soup.

What else? Hmmm. Oh yeh, “Horses” by Patti Smith. It’s one of those albums that I just can’t get my head around. Like “London Calling” and “Astral Weeks.” Good gosh, I’ve tried to like it, or even just appreciate it. But, nah, it’s not happening. I do like “Careful” by Horse, though. That’s a good song.

This is a Minecraft horse:

When it gets hit by lightning it turns into a skellington:

I think that’s the end of this horsey post. It’s good, though, that Wikipedia has THREE SOURCES for this sentence on its Pony page:

Okay, one more thing: I always think of two players when I think of Pony sportswear. Tony Cottee and Matt Le Tissier.

(And yes, sorry, I amused myself quite greatly by not having any photos of horses from Sunday. Dumb, I know.)

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Dreadlock Holiday by 10cc

On this day
Three football stadiums, 18 May 2015

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Papua New Guinea (song)

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May 18th, 2017 at 1:17 am

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3,327: Jungle

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Here’s a new digital painting of jungle done with the Procreate app. It’s been a while since I’ve done any jungle stuff and it was very nice to revisit it. So maybe it’s interesting to have another look at the older jungle stuff, too. New one directly below these words, older ones below that.

The older ones are digital (usually the Procreate or Paper app) and real paint. I’d like to get to a place with these where the paint ones are closer to the Procreate ones. Those types both have qualities I like, and if I can get a bit more of the Procreate-ness into the acrylics, then we are in a good place. Royal we, obvs. You might already be in a good place. If you are: high five.

These three are acrylic on board:


These are the weakest bunch, I think. They were done with the Paper app:



A couple done when I was playing with the Adobe Sketch app. It’s quite nice, but I don’t really use it anymore.:

These are all Procreate:







And this self portrait was done with the old Brushes app:

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Ink by Coldplay

On this day
Sucks ass, 17 May 2011

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Papua New Guinea

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May 17th, 2017 at 12:26 am

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3,326: Sportslounge Berlin

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Quite near to my apartment, there’s a bar. A sports bar. They have a kinda funny silhouette painting of a football player doing a dramatic aerial kick on the metal window shutters. I walk by this place quite a lot. And it never fails to make me smile a little. So yesterday, I took as straight and flat a photo as I could, then when I got home imported it into the iPad app Procreate, and painted over the silhouette to see what he might look like if it weren’t a silhouette.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Steal My Girl by One Direction

On this day
Consecutive items on my Tumblr dashboard, 16 May 2011

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French Polynesia

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May 16th, 2017 at 1:18 am

3,325: Fußball in Berlin, supplementary games Nos. 10 and 11

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Tennis Borussia Berlin v SV Grün-Weiss Brieselang on Friday evening was my fourth TeBe home game, sixth overall. I could get really used to this. I’m totally happy going to football or baseball games alone. I’m absolutely fine doing it. Indeed, in the Berlin Project, I went to all but two games alone. Less than a month ago I went to a Tennis Borussia game for the first time, and on Friday night, I spent a significant part of the game chatting to people I didn’t know back then. It sounds sentimental and mawkish maybe, and it’s spectacularly obvious, but it’s good to be reminded of these things sometimes, that football isn’t actually about watching Live And Exclusive Euro Mega Cup Semi Final On Expensive Cable Channel. That has its place, of course (especially during the World Cup) but going to see a few average games, then seeing a really enjoyable game, chatting to people who were strangers in April: that to me seems to be what this is all about. Tennis won 3-1, I had a couple of beers too many, the PA played True Colors by Cyndi Lauper at the end, and I nearly fell asleep standing up on the S-Bahn on the way home.


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If you’re interested in the lower leagues in Germany, there’s an incredibly useful Web site called FuPa.net. It has detailed sections for every region of the country, and the Berlin section has been one of the most-visited pages in my browser for the past couple of months. It covers everything from the fourth tier Regionalliga Nordost down to the 14th tier Kreisklasse C.

All the levels, should you be interested: 1. Bundesliga, 2. Bundesliga, 3. Bundesliga (These top three levels are all national and fully professional). Then it gets regional, so the next two tiers – Regionalliga Nordost and Oberliga Nord cover Berlin and chunks of the former East Germany. Below that, everything is within the city of Berlin: the sixth tier Berlin-Liga, then two parallel divisions of the Landesliga, three parallel divisions of the Bezirkliga, four parallel divisions of the Kreisliga A, six parallel divisions of the Kreisliga B, four parallel divisions of the Kreisliga C, then the Kreisklasse A, two divs of the Kreisklasse B, and down at the 14th level, the Kreisklasse C. There are ten teams in that lowest level and with two games of the season remaining, it’s pretty close at the bottom to see who will be the worst team in Berlin. Currently in 9th place are FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf IV, with four points from 16 games. (One win, one draw, 23 goals scored, 86 goals against.) Just one point below them in the last place in the whole of Berlin is 1. FC Marzahn 1994 III. They have one win, fifteen defeats. Their goal difference is -91.

The last two paragraphs were a long intro to saying: I looked at the Web site to see what games are going on at the weekend, and saw that Empor Berlin, the team based just around the corner, had a home game against Tasmania Berlin on Saturday afternoon. It would be churlish not to go, right? And after having lived on the same street as Cruz Azul in Mexico City for three seasons, I liked seeing games that are super close. (That last sentence is ridiculous, isn’t it? Who wouldn’t like only having to walk five minutes to go and see something they were interested in?)

I was also quite interested to see Tasmania. Partly because of the name, partly because they are the successor club of SC Tasmania 1900 Berlin who were once a Bundesliga team. Wikipedia explains it well:

In 1965, Berlin’s only Bundesliga side, Hertha BSC, had its license revoked and was relegated for breaking the league’s player salary rules. The German Football Association wanted to keep a club in the city of Berlin for political reasons and this led to one of the strangest episodes in the Bundesliga’s history.

Both Karlsruher SC and FC Schalke 04 tried to avoid being demoted by laying claim to Hertha’s place. It was decided to suspend relegation for one season and increase the number of teams in the league from 16 to 18 to accommodate the two teams which would normally be promoted from the Regionalligen (the Regional Leagues being the leagues below the Bundesliga at the time). Cold War politics led to a space being held for a team from the former capital city to replace Hertha.

The winner of Regionalliga Berlin, Tennis Borussia Berlin, had failed to advance to the Bundesliga through the regular promotion round that saw Bayern Munich and Borussia Mönchengladbach move up. After the Regionalliga second-place finisher, Spandauer SV, refused an offer of promotion, the way was clear for third-place club Tasmania 1900 to take up the opportunity to represent Berlin in the Bundesliga — just two weeks before the start of the 1965–66 season.

The successor club were as high as the third tier in the 1980s and first couple of seasons of the Nineties. They dropped as low as the eighth tier in 2009-10. But here we are, in the Gregorian calendar year 2017, and Tasmania Berlin are in the sixth tier, the Berlin-Liga.

Six euros for a ticket, two for a beer. And rather pleasantly, at the beer place, I bumped into a couple of Tennis fans that I’ve gotten to know. I hadn’t know this, but apparently the two teams’s fans have a decent relationship and some of them go and see both teams. It reenforced something that I have beginning to recognise: live football is an incredibly normal and intrinsic part of people’s lives. I’ve made an effort at recent games to, if I remember, ask people the same couple of questions so that I can have a bigger sample size: 1) do you watch the Champions League? and 2) do you follow the German national team? The answer to the former seems to depend on if they have a residual rooting interest in one of the country’s bigger teams, the answer to the latter seems to be a universal “no.”

Just like Friday’s game, for me it was closer to a social event. Bar tables replaced with a small terrace, flat screen TV replaced with 22 people on some grass on the other side of an athletics track. Empor took a 1-0 lead in the 12th minute. Tasmania equalised in the 38th. A local evangelical church was having a street market/fair thingy on the street that ran along the far side of the field. There were samba drums. They were a bit annoying. Tasmania scored a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. A Vahit Engin hattrick. Peep peep. Tasmania won, and high-fived their fans, who seemed to make up quite a decent proportion of the crowd which was, I dunno, 40 or 50-ish.

By the end of the game, I had found out an answer to the question I could’ve found out just by looking at the aforementioned Wikipedia page: the original club owners liked the idea of going to Tasmania, so named their club after that desire. Maybe, by that way of thinking, I should start a football team called Buenos Aires Berlin. Which, come to think of it, is an aesthetically pleasing few words to see next to each other, and it sounds good, as well. I enjoy the way German football club names work. I like the abbreviations SV and SpVgg (Sport-Verein and Spielvereinigung, which mean something like sport association and game association). I also like the foundation years being in the name. So maybe SpVgg Buenos Aires 17 Berlin. That’s a good name. Now I need a crest, though. Team colours, too.

If I were to invent this team, (and let’s not pretend I’m not totally excited about this fake team already, even though I’ve only been thinking about it for three or four minutes, and yes, I am indeed still 12 years old mentally), if I were to invent a team, it should have a combo of the colours of the teams I already like. Liverpool, Lincoln City, Cruz Azul, Tennis Borussia Berlin. That’s red, red and white stripes, light blue, and purple. Hmmm. Now it’s time to have a break in typing and open Photoshop. I’ll be back in a moment. Not that you, dear reader, will know that I’ve been away because the colour combo biznizz will be right below this sentence.

Just looking at those four colours together is a bit weird. It’s gonna be a bit of a mess, right? But let’s give it a go. I’ve always liked the idea of striped jerseys, so that’s what I want. I also like it when socks are a different colour completely to the jersey and shorts. Let’s try some colour combos.

So there you can see the work process. Purple/blue stripes and red-blue stripes are a bit off. The blue-white stripes are bit too obviously Argentinian. Purple and white stripes, though, looks pretty good. Feels like something that might’ve existed in the early days of football. The last one is good, I reckon. Light blue trim on the jersey. A nice detail, I think. I imagine in 120 years, someone seeing Buenos Aires 17 for the first time asking a fan about the colour scheme, and a future drunk person explaining, “aaah, well, the club was started by a fan of blah blah blah…”

Time to do a crest. I quite like a thing that is fairly common in Berlin: a flag with a bit of flag pole and rope twisting around it. Like these:

Let’s keep it simple, eh, cos I’ve just checked the time and I’ve got other things to be doing. So a quick bit of Photoshoppery: circle, text, big German word because big German words are cool, name of team, and a simple-but-colourful flag that would also look pretty good on a massive flag that some fans might make when the mighty SpVgg Buenos Aires 17 Berlin are on the verge of winning the Kreisklasse C…

But of course: do I actually want to run a team? Not really, no. It’s like when I would imagine a perfect little bar in Mexico City. Music that doesn’t dominate the atmosphere, no TVs constantly showing heads talking about things on ESPN, a nice long bar to sit at alone or with friends. A place to have a drink if you’re feeling happy, need to relax, or just feel miserable with a beer or mezcal. Fun in my head, because I wish somewhere like that had existed in my neighbourhood, but not really that much fun to do. I like to fantasize about it, not do it.

So yes, I’m a silly child that still wants to invent his own football team. Which, I suppose is progress towards normality after inventing a whole league of left-handed baseball teams or imagining what baseball would be like if it had five bases instead of four.

The Eleven Berlin Teams Project:
Hertha BSC v Eintracht Frankfurt, (25/2/17)
FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin v 1. FC Lokomotive Leipzig (18/3/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v SV Lichtenberg 47, (19/3/17)
Berliner AK 07 v FC Schönberg 95, (22/3/17)
VSG Altglienicke v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin, (25/3/17)
Berliner FC Dynamo v Hertha BSC II, (29/3/17)
Hertha BSC II v FSV Union Fürstenwalde, (1/4/17)
Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06 v 1. FC Frankfurt, (2/4/17)
1. FC Union Berlin v Erzgebirge Aue, (5/4/17)
SV Lichtenberg 47 v SV Victoria Seelow, (14/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Hansa Rostock II, (15/4/17)

The Three Extra Games Of The Extended-And-Renamed Accessible By S-Bahn Fourteen Team Project:
SV Babelsberg 03 v Berliner AK 07, (7/4/17)
FC Strausberg v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (23/4/17)
SV Germania 90 Schöneiche v SV Altlüdersdorf, (29/4/17)

The Supplementary Games:
SV Empor Berlin v 1. FC Union Berlin, (23/3/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Hertha BSC II, (20/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06, (26/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v FC Energie Cottbus, (28/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Mecklenburg Schwerin, (30/4/17)
1. FC Frankfurt v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (7/5/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v SV Grün-Weiss Brieselang, (12/5/17)
SV Empor Berlin v SV Tasmania Berlin, (13/5/17)

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Perfect by One Direction

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Some pictures, 15 May 2008

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May 15th, 2017 at 1:47 am

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Complete strangers said things to me on the street yesterday.

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Breakfast of champions

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Here's something I drew last year for @ozomatli. Super fun project, really enjoyed it. They're using elements of it on their merch.

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Schwarz Sauer.

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Tropical Berlin

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Modern life. Escalator don't escalate.

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Dream sequence

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Don't go right. Vote Labour.

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One Thing by One Direction

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Museu Naïf, 14 May 2008

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May 14th, 2017 at 2:16 am

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3,323: Morning views

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Every morning when I wake up I take a photo out of the window. Previous morning views:
Weeks Nos. 1/2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

On this day
Folded rainbow, 13 May 2016

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Overexploitation

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