Smoking? Why no, officer
So Elaine, who'd been gracing Karlsruhe with her presence for the last 10-ish days, is on the plane back to Ireland as we speak - assuming she's capable of standing upright. We celebrated her last night (she's pissing off finally!) by staying at Highlander and then going back to Les and James' place (and if you don't know any of these people, deal with it) at 8:30am on a Sunday and partaking of some Grade A Class B herbs. The word "debauchery" springs to mind. Some serious body-clock readjustment is now in order. At least I got to sleep this afternoon, though; the intrepid traveller is probably hallucinating now...

With the departure last week of that other loser (who apparently lives 50yds from this week's loser), we are again reduced to three Corkonians: myself, the other Blonde and the Hustler. If/when I can be bothered, one of these days I'll do a lovely "My Friends in Karlsruhe" page with pretty pictures and everything so you'll be able to put faces to all these names when I start libelling them etc.

On a different note, here's something funny at This Is My D.N.A..