Weekend, walked around, went to a bunch of shows, got drunk, came home and phoned people. Oh I miss the voice of the telstra message bank lady.

Got news that Hoops won the Albany Art Prize. Very proud. Will try not to embarrass her though. Perhaps I just did.

Today it's cold again. Like really. Not getting much above 5 degrees, so I can keep quiet about spring. I am cooking a big pot of home-baked beans (can't find them here) and I made strawberry jam last night, and was pleased to discover this morning it has set perfectly.

Also I have to ride to work, as the U-bahn strike continues for another week. I'm surprised there hasn't been a riot. It's big. Imagine no trains and lots of walking all over town. For everyone. Berlin's a big town.

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