Magic Moments:

Posted by: Berlin Fritz on 30 August 2003

I've just experienced a magic moment or rather still am experiencing it. Remember the filum Kes you older gadgies out there ? Well I'm sitting at my PC (4th floor window, overlooking a Charlottenbug Berlin Straße) and opposite to me on the roof a Hawk has just landed. Now I'm not a horneythologist, but know a little (don't quote me) but it's a very rare sight in this town believe me (even though this is the greenest city in europe)and I don't mean the grass which I've just had for breakfast and the cold cider to fend off the head, after the distress of Alisdaires departure announcement yesterday.
Now She has just flown away (I say she, because she's too beautiful to be male ?) A periguine falcon I fancy ? but I do recall Buzzards or types thereof being Berlin based in my old Yacht Club Boat Building Days ? (yes) ver4y countryfied West Berlin was, Wall and all, lots of Military open space on all sides, wonderful for the wildlife (human too ?). I digress, a Magic Moment indeed, really, honnist Guv, maybe we can hear some other folks magic moments etc, a point of neutral thinking without arguments perhaps, Tom Alves have a nice weekend Son.

Fritz on Magic Moments, that reminds me FOOTBALL- SATURDAY-***

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Posted on: 19 November 2003 by Berlin Fritz

After last night's guest departed upon his merry way I watched a little tv (well
it's quite big actually !) and re-lived an old movie experience I'll never
forget. In 1977 after a spectacularly eventfull sixth form career I worked for a
few months in a cinema in Romford Essex as an allrounder to earn some beer
vouchers. "The Spy who loved me" with Roger Moore playin 007; was showing, and
in all I was delighted to have watched the film from start to finish some 47
times. In the end I was miming the words having unconsciously learned them all
in my boredome, though the beautiful Barbara Bach was good to see, later
becoming Ringo Starr's missus, and subsequently going together into alcohol
rehab, at George's Mums famous clinic, innit (another Barbara t'be sure). I was
saved strangely enough from this daily dillemma by the death of Elvis Presley,
which promted my manager to immediately show only old Elvis movies, bringing in
a deluge of screaming, drunken, unbelievably disconsolate middle aged women, we
had to prevent men actually coming in to take advantage of the situation, you
can imagine ? As a green 18 year old I was tasked on the second day to stand on
the stage in front of this screaming mass of hysteria (film had been stopped) to
appeal to their better sense of judgement ? and halt taking pictures of the
film, as it infringed copyright big style) needless to say I was shitting
myself, and without a microphone, was (like me)a hopeless case, no thanks to my cowardly
boss, who's job it really was. The cops were called in, all hell broke lose, but
nobody would leave, we compramised by holding the camera's until later (well
most of them, still plenty of flashing going on throughout) and when they all
left the place was like a bomb had hit it, stinking of puke, Gin, piss, and God
only knows what else. While having dinner that evening my Mum said she was going
to the Movies the next day to which I choked on my food and had to leave the
room sharpish. Oh what magic memories, thank's Elvis & James Bond, innit.

Fritz.

Graham Ricketts