Buzzing

To set the scene:
It's the football world cup, Switzerland is taking on Chilli and, living in Switzerland, it would be rude not to show our support. Hence we sneak out of work early and eventually find a suitable place to watch the game (which is quite an achievement considering everyone else in town is trying to do the same thing). Tension is mounting, Swiss are uttering several strange words in quick succession which we can safely assume should be x-rated so the only thing left to do is order a beer and cross our fingers. SEVERAL beers later the Swiss are a tad unhappy, but we are strangely enough feeling a rather pleasant buzz. After the game we go for dinner where we continue working on said buzz with a bottle of wine (or two) and it's at this point that we set off to see a Chris Isaak concert. So, considering the buzz, a lame warm-up band and a camera at hand what were we to do....?

PS And yes - the concert was fabulous

What happens when you're not at home......?

X-RATED!!!!

Ok, I really thought long and hard whether this was suitable material for this here blog, but at the end of the day I couldn't resist.

So

The story goes like this. The other adorable half has a sweet tooth the likes of which I have never encountered. When we go out for dinner it is not uncommon for him to have FOUR deserts. As I have mentioned before the food in Istanbul was to die for (which would also explain why I struggled to get into my jeans for about 2 months after...), including all things sweet and delicious looking which drove the other half to near delirium with pleasure.

After another day of endless walking and frenetic picture taking on my part we were suitably famished and wandered into what appeared to be a very funky little local restaurant. We had fab grub and even though I was ready for bed the other half insisted on sampling just one desert. And that is when the fun started.



Dark Chocolate Dream was his poison of choice. The waiter came over, the other half ordered and the waiter exploded into fits of laughter. Great was our confusion, but he assured us that he was not laughing at us and after apologising profusely ran to the kitchen....rather suspiciously. We soon forgot and continued sipping our whiskey's serenely when we heard a bit of a ruckus approaching us.

There was the waiter, the other half's delectable desert aloft, approaching our table to howls of delight from the other tables. What could possibly be so funny, what could possibly make complete strangers storm your table to unashamedly take photographs of what you are about to eat you ask?



Sit down.



Grab a stiff drink for the shock.



Send the kids to their room.



Phone a friend



And get ready for this......

How to kill a snowman in 4 easy steps...

So as you have probably gathered from my several groan session regarding snow and how after 7 months it is SO not cool anymore I was rather looking forward to kicking the snowman's proverbial. I just didn't realise that in Zurich they like to do thinks in a rather more spectacular fashion.

At the start of spring they have a snowman burning/exploding fest which is rather bizarre to say the least and yet another reason to bet money on something completely ridiculous. Said snowman is painstakingly built for months beforehand (shrouded in secrecy as he has been abducted once it is said...), but where the traditional would be snow-made this poor soul is made of wood, straw and several kilograms of TNT.

Once he is secure on his platform the whole thing is set alight and everyone waits with baited breath for the head to explode. I kid you not - the swiss has a dark side I was not aware of... The point being that the shorter the time for the head to explode the longer the summer. ok. erm. yes.

But apparently the theory has been proven as not so long ago it took almost a staggering half hour before poor snow man's demise and it was the most depressing summer in many a decade. So let's hope this year's 13 and a bit minutes means it's going to be a scorcher because I can do with some serious defrosting!

ISTANBUL (take 2 and still very much wordless)

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