Yes!!! Germany made it!

Germany reached the semi finals!! And a great game too! Both teams were very passionate, they were determined to win and so they showed quick and aggressive action all the way through. Argentinia might have had the upper hand in the first half but after the Argentinian goal in the 49th minute the German team thrust forward which resulted in the equaliser from Klose in the 80th and so the game went smoothly into extended time. I'd say that both goals were about equal quality, both first-class headers.
I did find it a bit disappointing that the game was only decided in the penalty shoot out, especially because Germany played quite well in the first half of extended time but in the end it's the result that counts...
Of course you could say 'what if Argentinia's goalie wouldn't have had to be substituted?' but then, life's full of what if's. I say that both teams would have deserved victory, it was just Germany who took it.
To bad that the Argentinians didn't make very good losers and had to pick a fight in the end...

1,2,3, rice galore...

Today I finally tried out the rice cooker I'd taken along from the old flat. Add amout X of rice, add twice the amount of water, put the lid on and press 'cook' and then you can leave the rest to the machine - and when you go back to the kitchen 20 minutes later, voila: steaming, white rice!
The rice does get burned a wee bit at the bottom but when you cook for two or three bowls the burned part's proportionally so little that you wouldn't even notice it...
And for a rice cooker so cheap it does a pretty good job after all.

Come on, England!

England supporter though I am, I must say that today's match against Ecuador was quite a bit dull... the only goal was a free kick by Beckham in the 60th minute - and nothing else! Enough to win the game, very well, but if that's going to be enough to win the World Cup? I wonder.
Come on, England, show these guys that you are the inventors of this sport!

Searched and found...

Yesterday I went to Cathedral Campus to look through this pile of mail (the residence period is over and so they don't sort it out anymore) and after half an hour I finally found what I was looking for - my new credit card that has been sent there by mistake. So if you want some nice freebies that haven't been claimed yet - go there and try your luck... (only jokin') :-)
Btw, Chris, if you're interested, there's also a Vodafone bill for you lying around...

Brazil vs. Japan 4:1

So that's the inevitable outcome: Brazil vs. Japan 4:1.
Japan played quite good in the first half and after Tamada scored the 1:0 for Japan (!) in the 34th minute, incurable optimists might already have believed in a victory for Japan but then followed the equaliser from Ronaldo in the 46th and from then on everything went downhill for the 'samurais in blue'. It was a real football feast for the Brazilians with three more goals in the second half ending in the - for Japan - disastrous result. Too bad for I'd have loved to see some more from the team that almost beat Brazil in the Confederations Cup 2005 but for that Japan'd have had to beat Croatia in the last game...

They should have put him in the goal instead of Kawaguchi, I'm sure none of the samba-boys would have dared then to even come close to the Japanese box...

Which one d'ya think is better?

Ok, here's some more food for the polyglottery!
So, I've continued working on my Japanese subtitles for the movie of movies, Pulp Fiction. Next scene is the one where Jules and Vince get into the elevator, walk down the corridor to 'the door' and talk about foot massages. This time I made two versions - one version with the more clearly understandable 'textbookish style' and the second one with some Osaka ben and some Yakuza stuff implemented, making it some kind of makeshift 'Yakuza style'. As it's the first time ever for me to try using Osaka ben and Yakuza stuff I've really no idea what you think about it.
Here's what I've been thinking: It might be a good idea to restrict the 'Yakuza style' to hostile conversations and keep friendly conversations in the 'textbookish style' - not only would this keep me from blundering too much in an area of language that I've got no experience with but would also allow to clearly distinguish between hostile and friendly conversations.
Anyway, tell me your thoughts whatever they might be...

1) The 'textbookish' version:

***Scene 3, Vince and Jules preparing for their job***

I think we should have shotguns for this kinda deal…
こんな仕事で、ショットガンがあったほうがいいな。。。

How many are up there?
上は何人が待ってる？

Three or four.
３～４人。

Does it count our guy?
対象を含めるかい？

Not sure.
よく分からない。

So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
ということで、５人までいる可能性がある。

That’s possible.
そのとおりだ。

We should have fuckin shotguns.
ショットガンがあったほうがいい。


What’s her name?
彼女の名前は何だ？

Mia.
ミア。

Mia. How did Marcellus and her meet?
ミア。マセラスとどうやって知り合ったか？

I don’t know. You just meet people. She used to be an actress.
わからない。偶然で知り合うことがある。ミアはアクトレスだった。

Oh, really? She do anything I’d have seen?
本当？俺が知ってるものに出るかな。

I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.
彼女の一番たいしたものはパイロット番組だったと思う。

Pilot, what’s a pilot?
パイロット番組、それは何だ？

You know the shows on TV?
テレビ番組を見るでしょ？

I don’t watch TV.
テレビは見ない。

Yeah, but you are aware that there’s an invention called ‘television’ and that on this invention they show shows, right?
そっか。でも、「テレビ」という発明品があって、その発明品で番組が放送されるって知っているね。

Yeah…
うん。

Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show, that show’s called a ‘pilot’. Then they show that show to the people who pick shows and on the strength of that one show they decide if they wanna make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programmes, some don’t… and become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that become nothing.
さて、どの番組を作るか決めるのが次のような制度だ：まず、「パイロット」という１回放映分を作るんだ。それからその番組を選ぶ人に見せてもっと作るかどうか決められる。テレビ番組になるヤツも、ならないヤツもある。ミアが出演したのが番組にならないヤツだった。


You remember Antoine Raccamoora, half-black, half-Samoan, they used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?
アントアン・ラッカムーラを知っている？黒人とサモア人の混血で、トニー・ロッキー・ホラーと呼ばれる人。

Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?
知ってるかも。太った人だね？

I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem, what’s the nigger gonna do, he’s Samoan.
太ってるわけじゃないよ。体重の問題を抱えているしょうがない。サモア人だよ。

Yeah, I think I know who you mean. What about him?
うん、知っていると思う。その人はどうした？

Marcellus fucked him up good. It was on the account of Marcellus Wallace’s wife.
完全にマセラスにやられた。マセラス・ウォレスの奥さんのせいだ。


So, what did he do, fuck her?
何をしたか？彼女とやったか？

Nonononono, not that bad.
いえいえ、そんなに悪いことじゃなかった。

What then, what then?
じゃあ、何をしたか？

He gave her a foot massage.
彼女の足をマッサージした。

A foot massage?
足のマッサージ。

Uh-huh.
うん。

That’s it?
それだけ？

Uh-huh.
うん。

Then, what did Marcellus do?
じゃあ、マセラスは何をした？

He sent a couple of kids over to his place, they took him out on his patio, threw his ass over the balcony. The nigger fell four stories. There was a garden down at the bottom, enclosed in glass like a greenhouse. The nigger fell through that. Since then he kinda developed a speech impediment.
悪党の一団をトニーの所に送ったよ。その人たちがトニーをバルコニーまで引っ張って４階から落としたよ。底に温室のようにガラスで覆った庭があってガラスを突き抜けて落ちた。それから言語障害がある。

That’s a damn shame.
ひどい話だな。


2) The 'Yakuza' version:

***Scene 3, Vince and Jules preparing for their job***

I think we should have shotguns for this kinda deal…
こんな仕事、ショットガンあったほうがええな。。。

How many are up there?
上、何人待ってる？

Three or four.
３～４人。

Does it count our guy?
対象を含めるかい？

Not sure.
よく分からねえ。

So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
ということ、５人までいる可能性がある。

That’s possible.
そのとおりや。

We should have fuckin shotguns.
ショットガンあったほうがええ。


What’s her name?
彼女の名前や何だい？

Mia.
ミア。

Mia. How did Marcellus and her meet?
ミア。マセラスとどうやって知り合ったかい？

I don’t know. You just meet people. She used to be an actress.
わからねえ。偶然で知り合ったことだろう。ミアはアクトレスだったぜ。

Oh, really? She do anything I’d have seen?
本間かい？俺が知ってるものに出るかな。

I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.
彼女の一番たいしたものやパイロット番組だったと思うぜ。

Pilot, what’s a pilot?
パイロット番組、それや何かい？

You know the shows on TV?
テレビ番組見るんだろう？

I don’t watch TV.
テレビ見ない。

Yeah, but you are aware that there’s an invention called ‘television’ and that on this invention they show shows, right?
そっか。だけど、「テレビ」という発明品あって、その発明品、番組放送されるって知ってるんだろう。

Yeah…
ええ。

Well, the way they pick TV shows is, they make one show, that show’s called a ‘pilot’. Then they show that show to the people who pick shows and on the strength of that one show they decide if they wanna make more shows. Some get chosen and become television programmes, some don’t… and become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that become nothing.
さて、どの番組作るか決めるの、次のような制度だ：まず、「パイロット」という１回放映分作るんだ。それからそれ、番組を選ぶ人に見せてもっと作るか決められる。テレビ番組になるヤツ、ならないヤツもある。ミアが出演したの、番組にならないヤツだった。


You remember Antoine Raccamoora, half-black, half-Samoan, they used to call him Tony Rocky Horror?
アントアン・ラッカムーラ知っているかい？黒人とサモア人の混血、トニー・ロッキー・ホラーと呼ばれる人や。

Yeah, maybe. Fat, right?
知ってるかも。太った人やね？

I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brother fat, I mean he got a weight problem, what’s the nigger gonna do, he’s Samoan.
太ってるわけじゃねえよ。体重の問題抱えている、しょうがねえ。サモア人だぜ。

Yeah, I think I know who you mean. What about him?
ええ、知ってると思う。その人どうした？

Marcellus fucked him up good. It was on the account of Marcellus Wallace’s wife.
完全にマセラスにやられた。マセラス・ウォレスの奥さんのせいや。


So, what did he do, fuck her?
何したかい？彼女とやったかい？

Nonononono, not that bad.
いえいえ、そんなに悪いことなかった。

What then, what then?
じゃあ、何したかい？

He gave her a foot massage.
彼女の足マッサージした。

A foot massage?
足のマッサージ。

Uh-huh.
ええ。

That’s it?
それだけ？

Uh-huh.
ええ。

Then, what did Marcellus do?
じゃあ、マセラス何した？

He sent a couple of kids over to his place, they took him out on his patio, threw his ass over the balcony. The nigger fell four stories. There was a garden down at the bottom, enclosed in glass like a greenhouse. The nigger fell through that. Since then he kinda developed a speech impediment.
悪党の一団をトニーの所に送った。その人たち、トニーをバルコニーまで引っ張って４階から落としたぜ。底や温室のようにガラスで覆った庭あってガラス突き抜けて落ちた。それから言語障害あるんや。

That’s a damn shame.
ひどい話やな。


This ain't the whole scene but I've noticed that this post is getting way too long already anyway... so I'll post the rest later on.
Thanks for reading this far!

A summer's day in Manchester

After a refreshing shower and two bowls of rice with soy sauce for breakfast this morning, I finally mounted my bicycle again for an outing to Manchester on a lovely day.

Well, the ride there was quite okay, I passed time by reciting the dialogues from Pulp Fiction (which I've watched quite often for my subtitles recently and I do know the lines of the first three scenes quite well now) and around noon I arrived in the Manc city. First thing I parked my bike and hopped on one of the free Metroshuttle city buses for a little round trip (and to rest my bum, haha) and as we pass the square in front of the town hall, what do I see? Manchester German market!! Of course I couldn't pass up the opportunity to eat some authentic German food in Britain, and so I went inside the Bavarian Beerhouse. The menu was a bit on the stereotype side and the stuff was all hopelessly overpriced but fortunately I happen to like the dishes that are German cliche and the prices, well, I just had to condone them cause, hey, how often can you eat German food in Britain? Anyway, I had some Bratwuerstl (roast sausages), Sauerkraut (you know that) and Mass (1-litre-tankard) of Hacker-Pschorr (a Bavarian beer brand). Hmm, after that I felt like a new man!

With my stomach full and my wallet pretty much empty, haha, I went on to see what else is going on and happened across a bicycle fair which was part of the events of the Manchester Bike Week. So far everything tailored for me, haha, German food and stuff about bikes... The best thing about it was though that they had a well crazy mountain bike stunt show: Those kids jumped over ramps and ladders onto platforms as high as nine feet, dropped down from that height, smashing energy drink cans with their rear wheels (!) and even had a guy lie on the floor and then lowered their front wheels so far over his face that he could almost kiss it... absolutely crackers! lol You'll notice that I've put a lot of pictures of it on - that is because it's impressed me pretty much...

Then it was already a lot later in the afternoon and I went on to the Manchester Big Screen where, who would have thought it, a footie game was on! And in front of it no drunken crowds but people sitting on benches peacefully watching the match. I mean, to Liverpool's defence I gotta say that the game was Portugal vs. Iranso you couldn't expect too heated an atmosphere anyway and probably they're not airing England games in Manchester as well but still, the show of discipline there was exemplary.

Around six then I went back to where I'd parked my bike and started on the journey back. I realised that after more than 500 miles my bike's starting to show some signs of wear and that I'm going to have to oil the chain and fasten a few screws and bolts before soon. Probably I should also change the rear tyre the profile of which is pretty much worn off by now - all that breaking...

Anyway, I had a really good day, Manchester's a great city I think (and fortunately within reach) and it seems to me that to spend a Saturday or Sunday there is always a good idea. Although it is quite far and the cycling's a bit of a bitch. Maybe next year I'ma gonna buy a Railcard and go back and forth between Liverpool and Manchester by train then - if it's cheap enough...

The Bavarian Beerhouse where they had great beer...

...and dark bread they had as well - a rarity in Britain!

Bike fair - the Manchester Bike Week


Best thing was the mountain bike stunt show - take a load of this: he's jumping down without his front wheel!


With their rear wheels they smash cans...


...jump over people lying on the ground...


...and almost make them kiss their tyres. To think of the fact that I volunteered for one of their stunts too...


Footie on the Manchester Big Sceen

Here we go, Manc-hattan for you...

England vs. Tobago 2:0! C'mon lads!!

Today I got off from work just in time for the game England vs. Tobago and, as the rest of the nation probably did as well, I followed the it on the screen. The first half was, frankly said, quite a bit disappointing but the last 20 minutes made up for that. Tobago's strength surprised me pretty much, as I didn't see them play in their match against Sweden on Saturday - the guys were motivated and were attacking England ferociously. Still, England clearly dominated the game and in the 84th minute Crouch finally started the scoring with a spectacular header - but even better was Gerrard's long distance shot in the 92th minute. That was boss!! Steve Gerraaaaard, Gerraaaaard...
If you haven't watched the game, you can see a video with the highlights here.
Next game I'm definitely going to watch is Japan vs. Croatia on Sunday at two.

Pulp Fiction

This week I started writing Japanese subtitles to the best movie ever made - Pulp Fiction. It's a really good exercise, not only because you have to translate all that colloquial talk into Japanese but also because you have to transcribe the English original first - which is forcing me to understand it word for word. I've never fuckin been aware of how many damn little fill-words are in these motherfuckin sentences, y'know what I'm sayin...
Anyway, here's one of my fav scenes, as Vince and Jules are sitting in their car and Vince tells Jules about the 'small differences' in Europe:


***Scene 2, Jules and Vince in the car***

Okay, so, tell me again about the hash-bars.
よし、またハシシバーについて教えてくれ。

Okay, which you wanna know?
うん、何が知りたい？

Yeah, it’s just legal there, right?
そこでマリファナが法的だね？

Yeah, it’s legal but it ain’t a hundred percent legal, you can’t walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin away. I mean, they want you to smoke at home or certain designated places.
法的だけど、１００％法的であるわけじゃない。レストランなどに行ってマリファナたばこを吸ってはいけない。吸いたければ自分の家とか所定の場所で吸うべきなんだ。

Those are the hash-bars?
その場所はハシシバー？

Yeah, it works like this: yeah, it’s legal to buy it, it’s legal to own it and if you’re the proprietor of a hash-bar it’s legal to sell it. It’s legal to carry it but that doesn’t matter cause, take a load of this, alright, if you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it’s illegal for them to search you. I mean, that’s a right the cops in Amsterdam don’t have.
うん、そういう制度だ：購買も所有も法的で、ハシシバーの持ち主ならば売ることも法的だ。持っていくのも法的だけど、それは関係ない。警官が人を止めたら、ボディーチェックはできないから。アムステルダムじゃ不法だ。

Oh man, I’m going, that’s what I’m going to do, I’m fuckin out.
まさか！そこに行くぜ！

I know you’d like it. But you know what the funny thing about Europe is?
気に入ると思ったよ。でも、ヨーロッパにほかにも面白いことがある。

What?
それは何なの？

It’s the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that we got here but it’s, just there it’s a little different.
それはささいな違いだよ。基本的にはヨーロッパとアメリカが同じなんだけどささいな違いがある。

Example?
例をあげてくれ。

Alright, when you go walk into a movie theatre in Amsterdam, you buy a beer. And I don’t mean just like an old paper cup, I’m talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonalds. You know what they call a Quarterpounder with Cheese in Paris?
よっしゃ、たとえばアムステルダムで映画館に行ってビールを買うときだよ。安い紙コップじゃなくてガラスで出されるよ。そして、パリでは、マックドナルドでビールを買えるんだ。パリでクォーターパウンダー・ウィズ・チーズがなんというか分かる？

They don’t call it a Quarterpounder with Cheese?
クォーターパウンダー・ウィズ・チーズと言わないか？

No man, they got the metric system, they don’t even know what the fuck a Quarterpounder is.
言わないよ。パリにメートル法があるよ。クォーターパウンダーなんか分からない。

And what do they call it?
じゃあ、なんと言うか？

They call it ‘Royal with Cheese’.
「ロイヤル・ウィズ・チーズ」。

‘Royal with Cheese’?
「ロイヤル・ウィズ・チーズ」？

That’s right.
そのとおり。

What do they call a Big Mac?
ビッグマックは何というか？

A Big Mac’s a Big Mac but they call it ‘Le Big Mac’.
ビッグマックはビッグマックだけど、「ル・ビッグマック」というんだ。

‘Le Bigg Macce’… hahaha… What do they call a Whopper?
「ル・ビッグマック」、あはは。ウォッパーは何という？

I don’t know, I didn’t go into Burger King. You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
バーガーキングに行ったことがなくて分からない。オランダでケチャップの代わりにフレンチ・フライに何を掛けるか分かる？

What?
何を？

Mayonnaise.
マヨネーズ。

Waaaah.
ゲーッ！

Hahaha, I’ve seen them doin it man, they fuckin drown them in this shit…
あはは、自分の目で見たよ。よくそれに浸漬するよ。

Yuuuuuck…
まずい！

BBC

And this is what the 'official' voice of BBC has to say about the incident on Saturday:

BBC Article Riot Clayton Sq.

England vs. Paraguay: 1-0, Casualties: ??

Today, after basking in the sun for a while at St. John's Garden, I went to watch the England game on the big screen. As it was an England game of course it was on, good job, and already a half hour before kick-off a largt crowd had gathered on Clayton Square. The weather was fair and the atmosphere was cheerful and England's goal to an early 1:0 topped it all. After that the game went on moderately and none too much happened but the crowd, chanting and spraying beer all around, made up for it. I got a big splosh of some orangy-sticky substance, maybe Reef, over my head, yeah, judging by the taste it was probably Reef, but I really didn't mind and in the halftime brake I went to teh toilet to wash myself.
I didn't see too much of the second half though because some guys started throwing bottles through the air and one had to watch not only the screen but also the crowd if one didn't want to be hit. Still none too bad, although, when you take into account that on the screen the message "This is a no alcohol area, alcoholic beverages are liable to confiscation" and that that was accompanied by a bunch of drunken scousers throwing things, that's fuckin ridiculous! Nevertheless, still tolerable - but when they turned the screen off then as a reaction to the bottle throwers the situation escalated. A whole lot more bottles sailed through the air and the police sent in their anti-riot squad. Visored helmets, plastic shields, clubs, dogs, everything. I saw that I could take a few photos and then I made for my bike to get out of that madness.
Nothing too much of a reason to be proud to live in Liverpool and to support England but still - England - Paraguay: 1:0! Come on England!!!

Hundstage - Dog Days

Yesterday it was the beginning of my weekend and it was well hot, so after going to the library to check out a few things I decided to pack my stuff, get on the bike and go the few miles up to the beach of Crosby. Good decision, I realised when I got there at about ten, it was still early enough so that it wasn't too crowded, at some 25 degrees it was warm enough and a pleasant breeze was steadily blowing up from the south. So after cycling the beach up and down once I settled for a nice little spot sheltered from the wind and spread out my beach towel. And then the time had finally come for me to go for a swim in the sea again after some eight years! Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself but the last time I actually swam in the sea was in Croatia in 1998!
The sea water, being in the northern parts of the Atlantic, as opposed to the Mediterranean, was pleasantly cool and also not too dirty (ok, I have to add here that I'm somewhat tolerant...) and I spent a few hours bathing and reading there. Then I went back, for at five there was the first match of the world cup, scheduled to be shown on the big screen in Liverpool. Only when I got there and turned five, there were a few football fans gathered there but the screen still showed persistently some cooking show - and no signs of switching to the match anytime soon. As I was about to gather up my stuff and leave some ten minutes later, all of a sudden a bloke with an Irish accent approaches me and asks if he can speak with me about football. "Sure, go ahead and speak", I say and it turns out that he's an interviewer from Liverpool's City Radio and that he wants some opinions about the world cup. Okay, so he asks me like what team I support, if I'd rather see a partially fit Rooney or a top fit other striker playing and so on and then I end up saying "You're listening to the world cup on City Radio Sport" in Japanese and German. Haha, so you might hear me on the radio soon. If anyone listens, that is... :-)
So, after that interlude I finally packed up my things and went to the student union bar where they had the game on, I bought myself a nice pint of Carling and watched the match there. Germany - Costa Rica 4:2. Gooooooo, Germany!!!
After seeing a good game I went home and as a good conclusion to a good day I cooked spaghetti. Hmmm...

Today it's even hotter, so I'm wearing my Jesus sandals... :D

Dreams...

夢解釈について少しの知識があれば面白いと思います。
夕べはとても変な夢を見ました：犯さなかった犯罪で判決を受けて刑務所に入れられたという夢でした。だけど、何とかして脱獄して刑務所の近くにある低木の茂みの中に隠れて宿として穴を掘って食料のために小さな動物を狩った。。。どうして私の無意識がそんなに変な考えを思い付いたかな、どうしてその夢の中で刑務所から遠く逃げるほど機転が利かなかったかなと思いました。。。

It would be interesting to know a bit about dream interpretation. Last night I had a very strange dream: I dreamed that I had been convicted of a crime I didn't commit and sent to prison. Somehow I managed to break out though and was hiding in a thicket next to the prison grounds, digging a burrow for shelter and hunting small animals for food... I really wonder how my subconscious could come up with such an absurd idea and why in my dream I didn't have enough sense to rather put some distance between me and the prison...

The result

And after a few finishing touches this is what it looks like...

I'm moving 2

I'm pretty much finished with making myself at home in the new flat now but it involved quite some work. The kitchen, for example, was in a disastrous state that couldn't be described as anything less than utterly disgusting. The microwave oven, when I first saw it, looked as if a medium-sized volcano had exploded right in its centre and the fridge smelled as if some dead animal had been rotting in there for the past three months. No less then two hours and half a litre of cleanser later the kitchen finally looked habitable. Student kitchens, you might say, are destined to be dirty and I'm tolerant to some point but nonetheless, I don't like dirty kitchens!
The room was in a really good state though and now, that I shelved my books and put up my photos, posters and postcards the place looks inhabitated now, almost homey. What do you say?

Here cometh the summer sun...

Yesterday was the first truly warm day ever for me in Britain. Probably it wasn't so much the temperature but the rather intense sunrays were definitely announcing the advent of summer. Finally.
I woke around eight to see the stretch of grass outside my window drenched in the soft yellow of the morning sunshine and since it promised to be such a lovely day I decided not to do too much but to enjoy it to as great an extent as possible. After I'd picked up the last of my belongings at Cathedral Campus, handed in the keys and said goodbye to the place and the people I set aside the cardbord boxes and went out for a stroll down to the city. The air was placid and and full with those lush smells of early summer and when I reached the city centre I saw some small street parade moving through the central bus station. A lovely day for street parades.
Further on my way I got to Clayton Square with masses of people standing and sitting in front of the giant television screen, intently watching the match between England and Jamaica. It was only the 40th minute or so when I passed by but England was already in the lead with 4:0. Go England!
Finally I went to St. Johns Garden, which I for the first time saw in a summerly atmosphere. People walking past in sleeveless t-shirts, people playing football, people juggling, people sitting in little groups on the grass playing cards, people spreading out on the green reading.... and it was the latter that I did then, extensively alright. :-)
It was so soothing to see Liverpool in such a relaxed state, it makes you feel that humans are really human, and though quite often sullen and inconsiderate being able to share this wonderful day together with everyone else... and not even a single piece of litter caught my eyes on the walkways... haha.
Anyways, I hope the weather will stay like this all summer, I'm pretty sure that I'll have a great time then!!

I'm moooooooooving...

So, yesterday evening I finally went to the new place to pick up the keys to my new room and soon I'll start moving. Anyways, I took some photos of the room which you can see at the end of this post. It all looks very empty still but let's see if I can't make it feel homey by the weekend...
Then I had some bad luck too, I was printing out a few pages when suddenly, with a loud *crack* something inside my printer broke. I tried to fix it but no good came of it and all I got were black fingers... drat, drat, and a double drat!