Einfach nur widerlich mit der Kirche in diesem Land. Hoffentlich geht der Arzt alle Instanzen durch und bekommt am Ende recht.
So, in Ireland, you need to go to a so called Off License to purchase alcohol or ciggies (the latter you can purchase at a newsagent as well). Went to my local grocery shop which had its own Off License to buy some tobacco. New guy working there, apparently from Poland. He asked me for my ID. I gave him my ID from another EU country which is basically the size of a credit card. He would absolutely not believe me that this was my official ID - even though as far as I know, the Polish IDs are the same format. He insisted I'd have to provide him with a drivers license (which I never had in the first place) or to show him my passport (which I didn't own either since you don't need one travelling from one EU country to another). This went back and forth for about ten minutes until I asked to speak to the manager for the first time ever in my life. Manager popped by and I explained what was going on. The manager checked my ID card and told the new guy: 'Of course that's an official ID, you gobshite...'. It made me chuckle and off I went with my tobacco.
Joke's on everyone else, I've never ironed one item in my entire life. I just don't see the point.
Just don't make a show about a TERF's shitty franchise in the first place?
Pistorius soll sich mal nicht so anstellen.
Ganz, ganz schlechte Idee, liebe Leute.
Ich fordere die Abschaffung von Christian Lindner.
Commuting home via train. It derailed. I didn't really notice it because I had my headphones on and read a book. It was a slightly bumpy ride, but that sort of stuff happens, right? I only realised something was off when people started smashing in the windees and breaking open the doors, climbing off and running away.
I packed my stuff, hopped outside and looked at the train. Sure enough, it was fully off the tracks.
I've never been in that small town before and had no idea how to get home. So, I did the only reasonable thing I could think of: Finding the nearest local pub, drinking a pint of beer, having a smoke and figure things out from there.
Met a sweet couple about my age over there who were on the same train and lived in that area. We had a lovely chat, a few more pints and then they dropped me off at the bus stop from where I could get back home. We became close friends.
Bingo, that's the one. I was lucky enough to see the band live twice in their home town Paris. Each time I left the venue speechless. :)