PEDESTRIANS ARE DANGEROUS

besides a tendency to make fun of the other tribemates the german tends to be accurate. which sometimes leads to almost-accidents ... what? yes, i know, you are expecting a podcast, but i am a lazy ass this week so don't bother me and let me go on ranting about the tribemates ... where was i? right, almost accident. i told you before about the sandals and socks disease ... there's another one called walking the line. i think it's because of all this accuracy we are forced to follow. so you cannot walk in the middle of the sidewalk, smiling and happy when you are a german. you have to search for a line which you can follow. which should be no problem, if not the bikeways are on the sidewalk seperated from the pedestrian ways by what? - correct, a line! i mean which evil masterbrain filed that plot? must have been a cardriver in hope we kill each other in no time. so what happened this morning was this: you remember the tour de france in 2003? when lance armstrongs handle bar got caught by a supporters plastic bag? and this whimp ullrich waited for him and armstrong slipped out of the clickpedals and nearly fell again and still beat ullrich? hilarious ... anyway, well what happened today was nearly the same, except i was going downhill instead of uphill, and there where no supporters just this one old lady, and the plastic bag was green not orange, and i didn't wore a yellow shirt and i only NEARLY got cought in the bag ... i am so glad i watched all these colt seavers series when i was little ;D ... but the thing is, this lovely granny tiptoed exactly ON the line that devides the grey bikeway from the pink pedestrianway ... tsk germans

here's the song of the day ;D

artist: robbie williams
song: south of the border
album: life thru a lense

i know a freaky young lady
name of cocaine katie
she makes my temperature freeze
she's got a blood red powder
when she gives a shout
she'll bring you to your knees

well, we were being clever
playing god games forever
she said she only meants to please
but i'm someone's brother,
got a father and a mother
you know i'm going to have to leave

south of the border
i think you oughta
south of the border
i think you oughta

'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
to a place where you can breathe
and you know there's no reprieve

there'll be tears on leaving
but there won't be no grieving
'cos a city soon forgets
to me it's magic
to the landlord it's tragic
he's got another room to let

there'll be the same old faces
in the same old places
where my youth was well misspent
but i tow the line
and move in time
to a town called 'no regrets'

south of the border
i think you oughta
south of the border
i think you oughta

'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
to a place where you can breathe
and you know there's no reprieve

'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
to a place where you can breathe
and you know there's no reprieve