Hello, Mr. Tea Pot!

Finally, i recovered from the disease which struck me down until wednesday. Now i know why i usually never drink tea: Tea bears the smell of sickness in it. brrrr. I'm happy to be back on coffee - the better drug, definitely.

Yesterday i saw a pretty nice concert, irish band the Frames played local venue Posthof and did very, very well, far better than i initially expected. If only singer Glen Hansard hadn't stopped his subtle attempts to communicate with the audience after the first couple of songs. But well, that's always kind of difficult here in steel-city.

Last week i saw my first icehockey match ever - i mean in "reality", not on TV. Local Black Wings were playing evil Salzburg Red Bull's and giving the guest team a hard stand (3:3 after 60 min played) till the last siren called for a penalty shoot out - which was lost (of course, i tend to say...).
me, showing my disrespect for the guest team's logo

My body is a cage.