Boire Chanter Vomir Mourir: Once again, despite previous vows of "never again" I am heading to Munich and the Oktoberfest for the weekend. This is the fifth or sixth time I have been (combination of old age and too much beer making me forgetful) and each time proves the old adage of being unable to organise a p***up in a brewery applies to our motley crew.
True to form the number of people saying they will definitely go and those actually making it to the Augustiner tent are two completely different things. So far this year one has dropped out due to forgetting he was due to go to a wedding that was planned 18 months in advance (fortunately not his own!) and another has been hit by the Schwengen treaty. (He is South African and discovered at the last minute he needs a visa to be allowed across the channel. Strangely the quickest way to get this was to get this is via the Finnish embassy and it will be ready in central London at 15.00 today. Unfortunately his plane takes off at 16.00 from Stanstead. All is not yet lost, there is an early flight tomorrow).
Still on the plus side we have one more Russell than was expected. And compared to previous years we are not doing too badly. Hopefully this trend will continue and we will
- Not arrive late at the tent and actually find somewhere to sit without having to resort to bribery and corruption
- Stay upright until after noon
- All go out together Saturday night
- All return safely Sunday
Should the above all happen this will mark a first and I will be able to retire from Beerfest duty and hang up my stein with pride. Otherwise it may be same time, same place next year....
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