Indeed, Marco is here. But that would be trying to change the subject, for I know many people are asking where has Kenny been for the past couple of weeks? The blogs not having been forthcoming and all.

Well, it is summer now here in Munich, and most people do stay outdoors, frolicking in the sun and what not.

But again, an excuse.

(Though sunbathing in the Englischer Garten with bevies of fine specimens of the topless female variety is not a half bad attempt, eh?)

Maybe, later. First, there’s the wonderful issue of Marco’s reappearance in Munich. I use the word ‘reappearance’ mostly cos one fine day I knocked on Blue’s door and, lo and behold! Marco The Great Evil One! (He insisted I put that last bit in, heh.)

He has this thing of surprising me and putting the biggest stupid grin on my face. That was Wednesday. Today Marco is about to leave for Pavia again after many days of high quality mayhem with us. The fact that Stusta is in the midst of a weekend party cum fair called the Stustaculum helps in a way.

(The bitch Erich just came by and he forgot Manuel’s staubsauger. Heh. And he’s bitching about something or another now. We love the guy cos he can’t ever shut his yap up.)

It’s really a great time now in Munich with summer in full swing. Biergartens and naked sunbathers and the World Cup (the match between Mexico and Italy was tense, and exciting, with all the Italians in Cafe Dada).

Last night, we had a really great percussion band playing. We had front-row seats thanks to Mr. Stone, who later wiped his face with most of the chocolate mousse from his waffle. Imagine a mud-witch and you’ll be close. At one point we took over some abandoned stall and succeeded spectacularly at ignoring potential health-club clientele.

The day before we went to the Seehaus biergarten, drinking beer beneath chestnut trees and later sprawled down by the banks of the lake, geese clipping grass all around us. The sky was so blue.

Evening saw us heading to Lucullus for some fine Greek dining. Unanimous decision: this the best eat in München.

Go back another day and we have the first night of Stustaculum on Thursday. Ska band in the main tent, people all over the front lawn. We had a fine time observing this couple making out. I mean, in the public, it ain’t peeping.

What was impressive was the guy alternated giving her tongue and chomping on his doner kebab. What was nice was her having difficulty keeping her nipple from popping out of her top. We noted very thorough tanning. Good job.

(Marco’s just gone up to find Michael. I reminded him to knock. Heh. Erich added, “No knockin’ if they’re rockin’. Double-heh.)

And what else? Yeah, we finally got rid of Maggie Thursday morning. Boston has the her now. Nah, really we miss the girl and Wednite we went to our favourite Chinese restaurant for a banquet dinner. Everyone got to pick a dish and I got to order them all, what, nine dishes, off the top of my head? Yums.

Hmm, more backtracking. Spider-man the movie. 06.06.02. An amazing film. It is, in my less than humble opinion considering I’ve been a comic book fan for the past two decades, by far the best adaptation of a funny ever. All the cheesy dialogue, all the thrills and spills. Yeah.

Also, a post-viewing performance by J-Dawg, in a red Spider-man sweater, climbing a tree outside the cinema. Passerbys assumed it was part of the studio promotion. However, having friends shouting out “Spider-man, do ya need help gettin’ down?” may have dented his pride somewhat.

Last word: Watched five seasons of The Simpsons, so I’m officially stupid now. Or, American.

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