I got back from Munich yesterday morning. So I was only really there for Thursday afternoon, all day Friday and, well, all night Friday.

On Thursday night I went to a few openings on the back of Ben's motorbike and drank some beer.

Then on Friday I went to the Haus der Kunst which is a sort of monumental, neoclassical building built by the Third Reich. There was a really big Paul McCarthy show on there which was pretty good- but Mr. McCarthy's work was up to it's usual intense standards and my hungover brain could only handle an hour or so. So I went to a beer garden or two and drank fine German beer in the sun.

Then I went down to the opening of the show which looked good. And drank some wine. Then on to someone's house and drank some more. Then on to a pub where I intended to stay until it was time to leave for the airport. Which I almost managed. Unfortunately I had completely forgotten to account for the German measures of beer and so I maxed out sometime in the wee small hours. I tried my best and fought the urge to sleep by drinking whisky... but to no avail. I was woken up with a glass of water a few hours later, with about 4 minutes to catch the S-Bahn. And so for the Nth time I made my flight with minutes to spare.