On our visit to the Augustiner Garten last week, we walked through the gates behind a mixed buffet of British, American, Canadian, Aussie and Kiwi yoof who were being led on some sort of drinking tour. Their leader was wearing a T-Shirt bearing the ominous slogan "The Best Night You'll Never Remember", and led his group off to a corner near the steckerlfisch hut where as he put it "We can get pissed without annoying anyone", to a chorus of cheers. By the end of the night some of their number were staggering around spilling their beer to a lot of frowning and muttered "ach, typische Engländerin" from the locals. Unfortunately, my Tarzan German doesn't stretch to "Hang on mate, they're not all Brits". It didn't help matters when we later saw one of the party bare her charlies at an astonished cyclist.
The German authorities are clearly worried by how much their own youth drink, which can only explain this graphic poster I saw in the Ostbanhof. But how come it's in English?

* The sinister "Black Sheriffs" who provide security on the city S-Bahn system have discharged their pistols 3 times in a decade. Twice to kill mad dogs, and once to shoot an Irish fare evader. I noticed on this trip that the Sheriffs have had their uniforms tweaked slightly so they don't look quite so much like SS tank crew.
3 comments:
Ein prosit! To Munchen, the Englischer Garten, and all who raft down the Iser.....nekkid!!!!
(I am SO envious!)
They take fare dodging seriously there!
Apparently, they shot him in the back. He was running away from a ticket check.
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