Bananas Happens!

...and the SHH*** is bananas...



OK kids: here's the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls all of them had hair of gold, like their mother.The youngest one in curls. Here's the story of a man named Brady who was living with three boys of his own. They were four men living all together yet they were all alone No, but seriously: What a stupid thing to happen! Last night I left my house in London at 6 p.m. in order to get to the airport where the plane was leaving at 9 p.m. They say it is a 45 minute journey door to door...pah! After my train suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere for almost half an hour, they suddenly decided to make an announcement - finally! Saying that "some incident happened" and we are supposed to wait a little longer. Probably someone parked their car on the rails? Who knows? After some more waiting I was still relaxed as I planned this little extra time for the trip already (we know the system, right?) Then we rolled into some upcountry joke of a train station "Bishops Stortford" where we were asked to wait for further instructions how to get to the airport. Great was that the idea of getting substitute busses must have been developed a while after we were already waiting for things to happen. Good job! And taxis were just not available. After approximately an hour in the cold the first bus got there and drove us to the airport. It was 8:40 p.m. when I got there and of course my gate was closed and they knew what happened but guess it wouldn't be a great deal. So I spoke to a lady at one of the counters. She was asking for my ID in order to check if I can get on the next plane in the morning. Then of course there was no access to the system and nothing could be checked booked or confirmed! Excellent! She apologised and only confirmed one thing: Due to all the small-prints I couldn't claim back any money from anyone, but the taxes of the flights which I am not using should be refunded, that's kind of the work in progress at the moment...she apologised (is that actually a British thing? Doing things terribly bad organisation-wise and then just apologise?) Anyway, when I got back home to my flat here in London it was almost the same time my plane was supposed to touch down in Cologne - funny...NOT! Well after unpacking I realized that I didn't get back my ID and my face went all like E. Munch's "Der Schrei"! What can I say? Britain, Britain, Britain...! Or maybe: Ben, Ben, Ben?!? Next time Germany is still uncertain. Take care all my friends!