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Back to Berlin, the hour i spent at Heathrow confirmed why i left Britain. As soon as you are there someone is judging you by how you look. Always, always it's some shaved headed meathead, i was too tired to say anything to this guy who was trying to intimidate me at the airport, i just feel sorry for whatever country this twat was flying out to for a weekend away (probably Holland). It's a big shame that these people often represent the country of your birth. Thankfully i was only there for an hour in transit before heading back to Germany. The flight back here was good fun, i was in amongst a stag group of about twenty guys so i drank to the grooms good/bad fortune with a neat Whiskey. It's good to be back home. |
