Goeten morgen
Wollen sie essen met mir heute abent kommen.
Hmmm… It might be a bit too phonetic to work on screen and I seriously doubt my grammar, but after 25 minutes of study on the train this morning I feel rather smug about being able to ask someone to dinner in German. What we’d talk about when we got to the restaurant is another matter. Now all I need are some German friends.
I thought learning Dutch might be fun. PCW is owned by a Dutch publisher, after all. German seemed a sensible half-way house, though, and is probably more useful. Tomorrow - how to buy a second class train ticket to Dresden.
Interviewed on BBC London this evening, talking about the PainStation. I did explain to them that they were rather behind the times and we’d covered it on LBC about three months ago, but they wanted to go ahead with it anyway.
I think it went well. The presenters were chatty, and they’d made a nice little package to introduce it, but it was all very superficial and giggly. They got on to talking about sado-masochism and asked me if I’d be playing it myself. Hmmm. I said not.
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