Had too much stuff to carry in today so I had to walk. Walking means you go slower and look at things (it also means that I do not have to concentrate on not breaking my neck). Here are some things I spotted on my way home.
These things are great. Open the lid and take a newspaper. Apparently the big news is that you can now get acupuncture on the health system. Might take that up to stop smoking.
These people obviously do stuff with electicity. Don't you just love that "e". Dad must of come up with that at the weekend.
But it's a van.
100 hours a planning to come up with this name. Don't you just love industrial estates? You could make a killing doing logos etc. for companies on industrial estates. Would take about an afternoon.
But it's a lorry.
What we need to communicate with our brand is the letter "A". Please make the letter a as big as you can to make sure everybody knows we do false teeth and stuff. When Ben eats cheese before he goes to bed this is what he dreams about.
The tube in Munich is very nice. The escalators go in both directions which is quite fun. And it doesn't smell of wee.
Please note that it does not only NOT smell of wee, but there is no urban spam at my tube stop. I can sit here and ponder over my list. And I cannot smoke down here, which is lovely.
People really do wear Lederhosen around here. This gentleman-around-town is off to the Oktoberfest to get hammered. I know he will. He told the non-gentleman-around-town he was going too. I have Lederhosen. They are comfortable and the girls here think they are rather sexy. I think I look like an idiot in them. And I do.
On the otherside of my journey there IS urban spam. Look at those phones. It's good to see that Lambie Nairn have still got an iron grip on brand consistency, making everything to do with 02 blue. And boring. And has bubbles.
And then it's over the river, past the German museum and off to the rasta-cafe that smells of the kind of smoke you would expect to find there. But they have WiFi. Which is jolly nice of them.
That's my walk home. I don't know if this was interesting. I take it for granted, which is daft because I was brought up in Southampton, went to a piss-poor comprehensive and now I live in Munich. That's in Germany. Not in Hampshire. And you wouldn't see this down at the bar gate would you:
So I've just decided to add another point to my list. Don't take things for granted. Because things can be great.