It is sunny in Berlin, but really cold. Not just the weather either I have to say it is getting harder to adjust each time I go back and forth from NYC to Berlin. Takes longer each time. The differences are amazing. It's cleaner here in Berlin and more organized but the people just do not smile on the street and if you make eye contact with them and grin, they look at you like you must be drunk and/or crazy. Note to self: stop smiling.
Jasmine is back from Italy and can speak really good Italian (she would stop me and correct me "It's NOT GOOD, it's WELL!!" but hey, I think if James Brown sang "I feel well" it just wouldn't have had the same impact. I feel GOOD dammit. Well, not really, my throat is still keeping me down, making me sleep 10 hours a day. Going to a new Ear, Nose Throat Doctor today, see what SHE says. If it's true the American Doctor "Forgot loads of tissue!".
Anyways, it is sooooooo great to see and squeeze Jasmine again. My true love. My sweetie pie. She's a big girl now and wants to go live in NYC for 5 months or so. NOT Hoboken, she wants to live directly in Manhattan and will do so soon. OMG, more sleepless nights to come. I often ponder having another kid but would I just worry even more? Does the love outweigh the worry? I am sure it does. I am so stuck in my ways now though, I love sleeping in; sleeping until I feel like it. Traveling where and when I feel like it. If I have another child all that shit will come to a screaming halt. But I now have the funds and capability to have a nanny, to do the boring work: laundry, shopping, cooking, cleaning.. which would leave me more time and energy to give more fun love to the child and sneak in a jog or two as well as regular concerts and karaoke nights.. oh the decisions. I am a Libra and can never decide anything.
My Birthday is this Friday. I hate birthdays. I think anyone over 30 hates Birthdays. BUT it is a fact, we all grow old (unless we get shot, run over or die of cancer before old age sets it). I guess one has to embrace it, but I will remain immature and youthful as long as possible. I am very immature. I admit it. I find myself gravitating to older women (STILL) to get my Mommy fix. Never got that motherly love so I crave it, still. Any women who read this and have a child or are thinking of having a child, be sure to love your child the best you can, as often as you can or they will grow up clinging to older women, like I do, it's pathetic.
Joe Jackson just called, he will come over again for another massage. He came last week and pointed out something to me that has never, in 18 years of flying back and forth from Berlin to NYC, occurred to me. Joe was trying to get a massage at like 8 pm last week and I said "Oh, no, I fall asleep at 7pm for a couple weeks after landing, thanks to Jet Lag". Joe says something that made me feel dumbstruck. He goes "Wot? You go to bed at 7pm and get up at 6am, that means you have Backwards jetlag Dot". LOL!! We talked about it and he is right. It makes NO fucking sense that I get up early after flying from NYC to Berlin. If I go to bed at 7pm here (Berlin) it is 1pm in NYC. Then I get up at 6am here but it's only midnight in NYC. But that's how I've been doing it for the last 18 years. So I have Backwards Jet Lag, as diagnosed by Mr. Joe Jackson. heh heh.
Anyhow, the two pictures below were taken on my balcony in the USA (notice Danny in the background)..Someone from myspace sent me (well, my assistant in Baltimore) this t-shirt to me as a present. I LOVE IT.
Yesterday I was in severe pain and notice on my pain killer bottle that I could take "one or two tablets every 6 hours" so I decided to take two. BIG MISTAKE. I grew pale and got that tickling feeling in the belly and my friend Catherine caught me each time I vomited, as I faint every single time I puke. I HATE IT. I hate puking. Not that anyone likes it, but I fall all over the bathroom and end up lying on my back sometimes with puke in my mouth, which is dangerous. I get so freaked out when I have to vomit. I faint and it takes me minutes to come to. I wake in a sweat and it feels like I was out for hours. Puking is not good with a freshly operated throat.
After a few hours of vomiting and fainting, Catherine called the ambulance. They were too busy, so they sent the sheriff to bring us. He had his sirens on, running red lights and all, I was in too much pain to laugh, but I did find it humorous in a twisted way. Not so funny though when we arrived. I had to wait over 30 minutes until they finally gave me medical attention. Waiting in the waiting room was no fun fyi, why? Because we don't speak SPANISH. The TV was on a Spanish station, everyone there was speaking Spanish and it was all extremely loud. I found the energy to turn to Catherine and whisper: "what country are we in?" which wasn't meant to be funny, but it made Catherine laugh out loud. But seriously, Spanish is the main language in the usa now, but I don't fucking speak it (yet). Guess I will have to learn it. After a few hours of lying there with an IV shoved in my veins, we took a cab home and today my throat feels 10 times worse.
HOLY FUCK this pain is the worst I have ever had. I feel bad for Catherine as I am boring and miserable right now. BORING. Lying around in pain. She is a great friend indeed. I have no appetite at all. Can't get enough ice water, but it hurts to swallow each time. I am sorry to moan and whine, but I wish this was over with ASAP. Steve Vai is playing in 4 days, I have to get better, I want to see the show !
ps. Good news is Joanne Harras of the NY Press sent all of my checks, yay! And I have gotten loads of emails from confused NY PRESS readers, asking me "where is your column!???". They are shocked and sad. Like me. Oh well, there's always the blog, I will keep posting Ask Dr. Dot weekly, as soon as my throat heals (will it ever?)
Ok, I have one hour left to eat and drink as much as possible, then after Midnight, no more food or water. Not even a drop of water. I was told to arrive at the Hospital at 6am and that I would be operated at 11am, that means 11 hours of no water, which is hell for me. I drink A LOT of water. Anyhow, regardless of all the horror stories I have read online, I am sure I will get through this operation smoothly.
Not much keeps me down. I am a tough cookie… Today was a gorgeous day here in NYC. Blue Sky, sunshine but not hot or cold, just right. LOVE those crisp fall days.
Jasmine has been texting me in Italian. Showing off her new knowledge. Cute!
"The Squeaky Wheel gets the oil" indeed. A lovely lady named Joanne Harris of the NY Press ( Manhattan Media) returned my call and finally said sorry for the missing checks. "They're in the mail" she said. Nice.
So I am glued to Animal Planet and will probably stay awake until 6am; that's when I usually fall asleep anyways. When I am in the USA I miss Europe. When I am in Europe I miss the USA. If I could leave myself, I would. Being an indescisive Libra is annoying at times.
if I die during the operation, I am hoping my friends will arrange a massive rock and roll karaoke funeral. No rap or techno (apart from Eminem and Outkast ) please.
Getting ready to have my tonsil operation. They will be removed Tuesday morning, bright and early ( I will probably just stay up as I have to be there at 6am).
The fact that the NY Press dumped a few of it's writers, me and Ed Koch (former NYC mayor) included because of their new format isn't as annoying as the fact that they probably knew ahead of time, like end of July that they would be dumping my column as that is why they didn't bother to pay me for all 4 of my August columns or the first week of September's column. For all 5 weeks, my column was printed but yet they won't pay. They are passing the buck. The new editor David Blum changes his story all the time. First excuse was "it will just take longer, but you will get paid". Then it was "It is not my responsibility" then he told the New York Post reporter Keith Kelly that I was already paid and that he is "only in charge since 1 August" (DUH, that means he should pay me for August and Sept, no? WTF!??). The New York Press is simply passing the buck.
LAWYER TIME.
Jerry Portwood, theold editor, well, he is still there, but was demoted as now David Blum is the big cheese, claims it is the new editors responsibility. The paper simply disrespects it's writers; always has, always will. For the couple years I wrote for them, my column was ALWAYS punctual, yet my pay was always late. Always. They conveniently paid one month late and yet let me know one week before my column was dumped so you can imagine, I will never get paid. It's not the amount that bothers me, it is the principle that big corporations like Manhattan Media (which bought the paper recently ) can shit on the little people and get away with it.
The Libra in me is into justice and I can see it will take a while until Justice is served. I will keep you posted. Of course emails to David Blum and Jerry Portwood wouldn't hurt either. heh heh..
"Let it go" some say. Just let it go. Let the German guy who chased me (stalked me) and knocked me out in January get away with it, let the NY Press get away with having 5 weeks of my great sex column for free. Let everyone just go ahead and take advantage. Nice people get walked on, like a fucking rug. Karma is taking a break I see. Hope she gets back soon and kicks some serious ass.
Jasmine is in Italy now, studying Italian. She loves it there. I will visit her in October.. she said where she is, is like the Kreuzberg of Italy. Hippies galore. Dread locks galore. Cross yer fingers she is safe over there, my little flower.
ttyl
x
Britney Spears finally explains ^ her less than excellent performance at the MTV "music" awards last week
Doomed Dr. Dot "I’m saddened to learn that Dr. Dot’s sex column will no longer be running in your publication. While I understand that with new ownership comes change, I hope it will be taken into consideration by Manhattan Media that the loyal readers of the NY Press did not ask for change and certainly are not looking for a more conservative publication. Dr. Dot is…Dr. Dot and, frankly, that’s what your readers want. Sex cannot be removed from real life, and I think to remove Dr. Dot’s column will not only make the paper just another ordinary publication, it will lose you a lot of readers. New Editor-in-Chief David Blum, having previously been with the Village Voice, surely knows this to be true and knows what it takes to make a publication unique. —Kathy Beall, flight attendant and loyal NY Press reader"
If you want to express your self about my column to the NY Press (it won't help anyways) but you can write to:
I am grateful for having a page in the NY Press for so long. Hoping something else in the city comes along, some paper with enough balls to host my column. My column is still alive and kicking here online and in the ExBerliner < click it
Danny and I love to make videos. I bought this game called "Anal ring toss" from the Romantic Depot and was dying to try it out, well, on someone else. Hope you like the video.
As you may know, the New York Press has recently changed owners, and is making changes to the editorial content of the paper. As a result, we will no longer be running your column in the Press, as of the September 12 issue.
Thanks for your contributions to the Press.
Sincerely,
David Blum" New editor-in-chief
I heard the new owners are very conservative and don't want any sex in their new and improved paper.
Now I am looking for a new paper who has the balls to host my column. The Village Voice would be the best
but they already have a sex column.. Syndicating it would be even better. How does one do that?
Ok I think it's best I make a few tiny blogs at this point, rather than one giant one. I had a LONG flight to NYC and luckily I sat next to a cheery lad named Bryan. He is from Wisconsin and was in Berlin visiting his girlfriend (who was an exchange student in th USA for one year). She made him a shirt, that he had on, that said "I LOVE STEFFI" with a picture of them two together. The boy is LOVE SICK.
He and I chatted the whole flight and suffered together the WHOLE flight. It's not bad enough that it's 9 hours but they took an extra hour deciding when to fucking take off. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. We had an empty seat between us so it was ok. Poor kid had to change planes in NYC and missed his connecting flight and had to wait 6 hours for the next flight (he told me this on line). Have you ever seen the flick "planes, trains and automobiles"? You get the drift. HELL.
^ I am wearing a string thong fyi …. (Mein arsch ist 'ne slip fresser)
It doesn't take me long to get back into the swing of things. Hanging out with my gay friends, baring our asses all over the place.. Danny is starting to get into karaoke, like me. He sings Abba "Waterloo" and "Sweet Transvestite" from the Rocky Horror Picture show soundtrack and "I touch myself" by the Dyvinls (sp?). He also belts out "you ain't woman enough to steal my man".
I sang "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse, "Coshise" by Audioslave, "Hurt so good" by John Cougar and"what's love go to do with it" by Tina Turner. Things are rather slow, erm, empty in the city, but I am sure that will change after Labor Day. Then it gets packed again.
^VERY gay
Danny and I ate at my favorite restaurant, the Yaffa Cafe (St. Marks Place). It's open 24/7 and has EVERYTHING. The cooks are outrageous and it's cheap.The gaudy, tacky surroundings keep your eyes busy throughout the meal if you get sick of looking at your dinner date. Perfect for taking pics.
Danny is in school to be a TV writer. We are already working on our first screen play too. My idea, but he will have to write it, as I haven't the time. It's a movie, well, centered around music, that's all I can tell you for now, snap.
I can't believe Danny has never posed at Times Square yet. He almost got run over, pants down and all. Anyways, I am happy to be back in the USA, NYC fucking ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel overwhelmed though, as I have to write my weekly column today and I STILL have not finished my Zappanale blog. UGH!! I have to do it within 48 hours or I will enter "self loathing" territory and won't be able to sleep. If I don't write, I feel constipated. Like posting a big blog makes me feel lighter, you know that feeling I am talking about. Like you just took the BEST dump ever. I am a blog addict. I admit it. It's 7am and the sun is shining and I am STILL UP. Back to my old sleep pattern. The sun is over rated anyways.
Ttyl
x
ps. I got a call from a VIP, so I could be going to Philly this weekend to massage them. Would LOVE to say who it is, but that would jinx it..
I was wondering why my girlfriend always gets bladder and urinary tract infections. Do you think she is fucking around behind my back? Is it me she is allergic to? This happens to her like every couple of months so I just find it hard to believe. Pessimistic Pete A. It’s common for women to get those. Smashing the tip of your cock into her clit (which is directly above the urethra) forces bacteria up into the bladder and urinary tract. I know men do this in porn flicks, so men think it’s a smooth move, but it can cause females many trips to the gyno. Also, hopefully she already knows that wiping front to back is healthier than wiping back to front (dragging all that nasty bacteria from the back door to the front is a recipe for trouble) ditto with sleeping in a thong. Make sure you wash your hands with soap and hot water before you two do the wild thing as well. Now you know she is prone to them, help her prevent them. If she was fucking around behind your back, she would come down with much worse things than a balder infection (if she was dumb enough to go bareback that is).
Q. Last year, I was 38, and for the 1st time ever, a woman took a liking to me, and invited me over one night. Before this, I had never even held a female’s hand. My life has always been so lonely. So the first night, she totally seduced me and I tried to resist but eventually gave in. I have never been so scared or excited in my whole life. This went on two weekends a month, after midnight as not to disturb her 2 children (single Mom). I was never happier, but lost in a magical world of confusion. Her life changed, and she could no longer be with me, but my love for her was/is too overwhelming. She seemed to be the girl I’ve always dreamed of but now she changed, pulled the love rug straight from out under me. I was gutted. We still chat online, as she is going through a tough time, but I miss her and our dirty romps. I have no friends to confide in, so I turned to the Internet. I made friends, poured out my feelings on a forum, and a lady who was going through the same thing got to know me and since Feb we have had chats and cyber sex on a daily basis. We both lost control it feels, and she is as much in love with me, as I was with my ex-g/f. But she lives in another country. She will not leave there because of family (she is a single Mom), and I don't feel ready enough to leave here.
I still love my ex but she has no intention of a relationship. Do I run and hide from both? Do I move to the woman who has already proposed 3 times. The online sex is amazing, but we started this at a time when neither of us was thinking clearly. The poor lady is lost without our daily chats. I feel for her, but if my relationship failed so fast here, what chance does moving country really have? We have never even met. Both women are mistrustful and viciously jealous, and as much as I crave companionship, I don’t want to hurt anyone. What on earth have I gotten myself into? I feel totally out of control. Like a small child, out of his depth in love/life matters he has no knowledge of. I feel like a cheat, a liar, dirty, used, afraid and lost.
Lost in Cyber Space Sal
A. Online romances often lead to huge disappointments. I don't know ONE happy couple that met online. The internet has a way of making things looks better than they really are.
With an online romance, there is no trash to take out, no grocery shopping, no monthly bill discussion or bad breath in the morning. No farting under the covers, no expensive dinners, it's JUST the foreplay part of the relationship, which is what makes it so appetizing. Even if you meet the person you are fondling yourself for on web cam, and the sex is indeed great, you will eventually go home again and maybe think "wow, that was amazing" but it's still, not reality! You have to live in the same area, separately and date for a while before you really get to know someone for real. Then, and only then, can you build a proper relationship. Even long distance relationships are hard as when you visit her or vice versa, one of you will have A LOT of free time as you will be "on vacation" but the other one still has their normal routine (work, shopping, and housework) and they will feel overwhelmed with this visitor up their ass 24/7. Point is, I think you should wean yourself off of your online pacifier, no matter how hard it is, as it is just a waste of your reality time! Use the experience you learned from the other indecisive woman who lives near you as a way of chatting up new ladies. Now you KNOW the game, go and use the info to your advantage. Go out to pubs (never mention this crazy shit you have going on to new ladies fyi) or go take a yoga class/aerobics class and meet new women. If they ask what became of your "ex" say “she moved away” end of story. You are not alone; this society breeds lonely people who nurse their lonely hearts online. It's not BAD, but it's not reality. You only live one time so get out of the house and meet some REAL people near you. Moving doesn't sound like a bad idea either, but never move for/to someone, just do it because you want to.
Q.
I am tired of failed relationships. I try everything (cooking all the time, dressing nice, letting them move in, buying them nice presents, doing all the house work, etc) to keep them around, but it never works out, what do I have to do to keep them around?
Lady Jane
A.
NOTHING. Don't do anything you wouldn't normally do, be yourself. If they still come and stay, it will last longer. Some people put up a false front when they meet someone new. This is unwise, as sooner or later the real you will come through and the change may be a shocking let down. In fact, a woman who gives too much makes a man feel strange and could encourage a lazy & ‘take you for granted’ attitude. Just be yourself and sooner or later, some one will adore the real you. Putting too much effort into things is exhausting and when you tire, it could back fire. And as I’ve said many times before, lots of oral sex and laughter will make anyone more desirable.
Taking a step back now, back to December, in NYC. I know, it's taking me ages to blog lately, but I have a lot of things going on, lots to juggle indeed. NYC was amazing; it's still my favorite place on earth. I filmed my Ask Dr. Dot column for an internet radio show but who knows if that will ever take off or not. People come to me daily with "great ideas" on how to make me rich/famous, get my books and ideas out there. They all talk SHIT! It was good practice, as now I am thinking of how to make a Pod cast for my column. Only thing holding me back is the fact that I would have to spend even MORE time online (my poor ass doesn't want to be sat on that much). I like to move it, move it, I like to move it, move it. You get the picture.
< Rite Aide
Even though NYC is one of the BEST places on earth to go out and party, my friends and I try to find healthy, fun things to do instead of always hanging out in bars doing karaoke and shaking our asses. Rite Aide and CVS are open 24/7 and so you can shop whenever you fucking want to without anyone rushing, pushing, nagging, etc. We end up in these places very often and well, we like to spice things up by pushing the envelope. My ass needed some air, so I let her out and started a trend amongst my pals. It was a big rush of adrenaline, seeing how far we could REALLY go without getting caught/arrested for indecent exposure.
My Gay friend Danny and I raise extreme amounts of hell, and we don't even need alcohol
to do so. We are naturally high. We had to ask a stranger to take these pics, he wanted some
cash in the end and we were like "ok, check's in the mail fuck face".
Our mutual pal MAX shot this tiny video in Rite Aide on New Years Eve. Well, it was actually
in the wee hours of New Years Day come to think of it. NAUGHTY!
This was really CHEEKY! ^ I am on a bench, in front of the Hoboken Town Hall, and in front of their Nativity
scene. Tsk Tsk, what a disrespectful wench.
^ Ok, that plunger idea was mine. Too bad he kept his undies on 🙁
It's REALLY fun riding in those carts; the place was packed so this shot was difficult to pull off without many
people seeing the ASS.
Funny thing is, I met Danny AGES ago in a Rite Aide, buying a stupid amount of Cotton Balls at 4am. Long story.
My friend FET made this Thong with the Wind movie poster, that's what friends are for 🙂
Daryl is my NYC massage rep. She runs the show in that area when I am away. I trust her BIG TIME, she is so incredibly honest and ambitious and amazing at what she does. I now have 3 reps on my team, Daryl, Catherine (Baltimore) and Roddy (London). They work their way up to that position and it means they are extremely dependable and trust worthy and basically the best at what they do. That guy there in the pic, Don, is a myspace friend. Sometimes when I know I will be in a certain area, I post a bulletin and say "lets RAWK! Let's karaoke!" and I meet some of my myspace pals. Don is a really cool dude. We all went to some cheesy Asian karaoke bar cause my favorite place, IGGY's (upper East Side) didn't have it that night, the night I ask all my myspace friends to come sing with me if they can (Normally they have it 7 nights a week but they didn't that night so I was flappin'!)
Daryl and her "friend" who looks like Tiger Woods. Daryl can sing her ASS off, I was amazed!!!!! People come up to
that guy and ask for his freakin' autograph on a regular basis. He REALLY looks just like him, it's bananas.
Even though Iggy's was closed the one night, it didn't stop me from going back. I LOVE that place, it is a fucking freak show!
This one guy brings his freakin' Chinchillas in there while people sing wicked loud (karaoke). I let them crawl all over me
(not the guests, the Chinchillas). After touching those little critters, I have to loathe anyone who wears that kind of fur. MEAN!
I got to see one of my best pals, Jonesy and his gal Barbara at one of my favorite restaurants "44X10". It's called that cause it's ON 44th and 10th. It's fucking LOVELY, the food, the service, the drinks, the staff. PLUS you can park free on 10th ave after 7pm. What more could you want? And of course, it's NON smoking, which is heaven on earth for me. Jasmine and one of her best pal's Rachel joined us: those girls!! Also pictured above, Mechel and I and her pal (Mechel is the one wearing the skull & cross bone shirt) and you can see Danny lurking in the back ground. He was nervous being in another "Breeder" bar (as in, not a gay bar), but he survived.
Back in Berlin, Shai, Danielle and I go out and sing from time to time. I usually have to play body guard and shoo the men away, as those
two are too nice. Not the case with me. Heh heh.
Of course the convo usually leads to oral sex and this time they wanted me to show them what I meant ^ (don't ask)
< Shai singing some country song that mentions "Wal Mart" repeatedly
I can't BELIEVE I still have that fucking shirt. I bought it in NYC at Trash and Vaudville in 1984!! No wonder I'm not a millionaire yet,
I gave out a fortune in Beatles and Stones shit over the years. That bastard cost me $80 and I've never worn it.
OK, I massaged Shai, then Alex, then they got crazy on my massage table ^ They are NOT shy.
I went to Manchester, England on Feb 10th. I was so excited to go there and hang with my friends and Vicki (dressed as a man here) organized me going on a Music related TV show called "Manchester City Social" or something to that effect. The night I landed was pure chaos. The place I was supposed to stay at, well, the guy changed his mind and said "not tonight, but tomorrow" which left me in the fucking shit. Vicki offered me a place to stay at her place, but it's really small and she and her room mate already had guests staying there and so I had to move my shit to another random renters house, a guy named Keir who was mad cool, but the room he rented was FAR from dark and quiet like he said it would be, in fact, I doubt a place could be any fucking LOUDER!.
Anyways, Vick, Will and I went to the party, the party in which women were supposed to dress as old men and men were supposed to dress as old ladies. Didn't sound very fucking appetizing to me, so I came dressed normal and luckily didn't get turned away for showing up without a costume. The party was great and Vicki rapped on the mic, freestyle for what seemed like hours, she is born to entertain and she is getting her own radio show very soon, and personally, I think she belongs on TV, she is so fucking funny. She sings and has a song called "Don't fucking touch me on the dance floor!" which I am SURE would go over very well in the states, as I personally hate dancing in America, as the men think it's ok to hump you raw on the dance floor, some even sandwich you like a piece of lunch meat.EW, fucking EW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sad thing is, they do it cause the girls LET them do it, so they think it's ok to do that to every snatch they see. Wrong fucking answer.
< Too much touching on the dance floor
As you can see, most dressed up for the party.
^ Vicki's breast made a special appearance
This is at a bar called Siam Orchid Lounge (Portland ave). It has karaoke 7 nights a week!! So basically, it's the Iggy's of Manchester. Lots of rowdy fucking
red necks (but the Mancunian accent makes them kewl). It takes for FUCKING HOURS to sing here, so bring lots of time and money
as it's also very expensive. I suggest drinking at home, then going here and drinking water. Their wine SUCKS ASS (screw off cap). It's
great for karaoke, but the food and drinks here bite, get my drift? It's a karaoke-whore hang out. I found it horrifying that they didn't have ONE
James Brown song in their song book. WHAT THE FUCK!? Are you kidding me? Bring your own karaoke cd's to be on the safe side. heh heh.
ps. It's smoky as FUCK in every bar/pub/restaurant in the UK. I can hardly wait for the smoking ban. Amen.
^ Pauline went and washed off that make up and took down her hair. I didn't even recognize her at first. She is a
KNOCK OUT! (she is from Scotland and her accent is so charming, oh LORD!)
Another myspace mate of mine, Jed. He helped me with my bags, helped me get the hell out of Manchester. I
left in a hurry as the guy who found the last place I stayed at seemed to think it was ok to ring my door bell for hours,
sneak into the building and bang on my door for ages and follow me down the street even when I said I don't want
to talk to him, so in some sense, he was stalking me. I am a drama magnet. Holy FUCK!
Vicki and I went out after I filmed that TV show and we ate at a place called Wagamama.
It quickly became my favorite place to eat in Manchester. I ate there several times.
Yummy as HELL!
< Video I made of that expensive HOLE I stated in
A tiny video I made of that OVER PRICED shit hole I stayed in for 5 nights (it was 300 pound for 5 nights, which is like $600 and it isn't even a hotel, it's a flat that has no internet, mold in the bathroom and pubic hairs all over the bed. Fucking EW!!!!!! The bar above, Churchills, is on Canal Street, the gayest street in the UK, which the fags nick named "Anal Treat" (they altered the sign, so instead of Canal Street it's ANAL TREAT). Anyhow, even hetro's hang on this street as it's hoppin' 7 nights a week and Churchills has karaoke tues. thurs and sunday nights. Vick and I went in there and the Lesbo's were really into my leather pants. One even started waltzing with me in the ladies room. I belted out some James Brown and I have to say, the sound is the best in that town for karaoke. Loved it there. Their song book is a foot thick, they have it ALL. Overall, I found Manchester to be EXTREMELY expensive. I had to drag my lap top to Starbucks every day and pay 5 pounds an hour to check my emails. A cup of coffee is like 3 pounds ($6) and to ring a friend on a cell phone, it usually cost about 4 pounds for a quick chat. I don't see how English people survive. Sure I know a lot of stars, a lot of rich folks, but the normal people I hung with were so broke, they couldn't PAY attention, I mean NO ONE has ANY money there, no one! Really sad situation.
The Germans better fucking count their blessings (6 weeks paid vacation per year,6 weeks of paid Sick Days, cheap health insurance etc) as the English have it HARD compared to how cushy it is in Germany. I bet the UK will fall to pieces if they fall prey to converting to the Euro. I doubt they could survive that blow.
Also, the streets and shops and bars are dirty there (Manchester). Litter everywhere and even the canals were loaded with trash, it was fucking nasty. Sorry, but I have to be honest here.I didn't see ANY grass at all, barely any trees and it stunk like garbage. A great town to go party if you are rich, but there is a lot of fighting there as well, very hostile drunks there (and I mean the WOMEN!). Yes, The women, well, they need to put some fucking clothes on, and no, I am not being prude, I mean most are so fucking chubby and ugly and yet wear things 8 times too small for them and they parade around the streets like that in the FREEZING, wet weather. No matter if it's snowing, raining, freezing, they refuse to wear coats, they want to make it as EASY as possible for the men to look at their bodies.
I can't understand why 95% of the people there walk around without a coat on, are they numb? Dumb? Drunk? Afraid of losing their precious coats? Can't afford one? Or all of the above? Please, fill me in on this, so I can peel my jaw off the floor. Call Jerry Springer, he needs to have a Manchester based show.
Now I know exactly where they got the inspiration for the popular UK comics THE FAT SLAGS from!!
Some crazy fucks floating around that town I tell ya and I was MADLY disappointed at the lack of rock and roll. Everywhere I went I heard shitty "music". I was shocked as I thought great music came from that area. I was hoping to at least hear some Oasis, Happy Mondays or James or so, but no, just cheesy bubble gum techno shite that would make the Spice Girls sound like Led Zepp! Next time I go there, I will do massive research as to where to REALLY go for some good music. The TV show I was on had 3 amazing acts on it, I couldn't believe my ears. So I know there is talent there, but where they fuck do they play/hide?
I guess it's the same in every major city, if you hang out in the tourist center of town, you will get CHEESE.
Me at a tiny English bus stop ^ and a tiny video I made of the country side ^
On my 7th day there, I decided it was time to escape. I was thinking of staying 2 weeks but the place I was staying at fell prey to a stalker and it was getting so expensive, the whole trip cost me more than 1000 POUNDS (that's $2,000) and for what? I still don't know the answer to that. A very special friend of mine came and rescued me, he drove me to the South of England, near Gloucester and I got to see the lovely country side (Prince William lives a mile from there). THIS is the side of England I love, countryside, fresh air, polite folks, no litter, rolling hills of green, cute pubs and loads of land to walk around on, undisturbed. I guess I prefer the country side over the big cities. The ONLY big city I love is NYC, litter and all.
"There's no place like home"
(but where is home? "Home is where the heart is. On the bus")
I have to say it is getting harder to adjust each time I go back and forth from NYC to Berlin. Takes longer each time. The differences are amazing. It's cleaner here in Berlin and more organized but the people just do not smile on the street and if you make eye contact with them and grin, they look at you like you must be drunk and/or crazy. Note to self: stop smiling. 
< Rite Aide
< Shai singing some country song that mentions "Wal Mart" repeatedly
"There's no place like home"