You know what I love about Germany? The porn. I love that I can stumble back to the a 30 euro hotel high and drunk, switch on the television, and there's porn right there. It's so civilized. But it's only Saturday nights/Sunday mornings, apparently. I know, because both nights the conference was running I cut out the company drinking around midnight, went for a smokey walk, headed back here to watch some nice porn on my nice big plasma television from a nice comfy bed, and there was no more porn. I had to watch MTV instead. And that was so fucking bad that then I had to read The Making of the English Working Class, because that made me feel more pornographic than MTV. MTV made me want the human race to come to a full stop. But anyways, I love the porn.
There are a lot of other things I love about Germany, that will come out when I'm not writing in the Grand Hyatt's business centre anymore.