Everytime I looked at my watch this week it read beer o'clock. That's our excuse anyway for not giving In Fact, Ah readers some love.

I would write a post about the quarter final affair between Brazil and France but Padraig's photos are not at my disposal at the moment. He also attended the semi final between France and Portugal so lots more to come from him.

Currently we're in Berlin. Dramatic thunderstorms have boomed across the city this evening and last night. Sweat has been our nemesis for the past week resulting in a drought of clean clothes. Oh well, you can always turn them inside out.

Eat, beer, sleep. Sleep, eat, eat, beer, beer. That's been the pattern so far. My Internet DTs have calmed somewhat by this hit.

The hotel in Frankfurt looked extremely promising upon leaving the Hauptbanhof; it was only a five minute walk. But our friends on the street below us sure did look like they were having fun, constantly putting needles into their veins.

But our own revelry has not faultered. Who knew the liver can take such a beating? The Hofbrauhaus in Munich is a beer drinker's paradise. The cocktails in Friedrichshain, east Berlin are quite tasty too.

Blog links on offer for anyone who can name the guy in the orange shirt and the guy to his right in this photo.
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Published by Colm.