Octoberfest 2007.......Part One

Well after all that waiting it's now history, but it was well worth the wait. Munich was brilliant, the town doesn't look much, but those crazy Bavarians know how to drink beer. We managed to get to Munchen airport in one piece, although Mad Ad was given a talking to about his drunkenness. The first act of stupidity came from an expected source and a surprise one. The train from the airport into city centre takes about 45 minutes, and the most vociferous whiner about the length of time was the Right Honourable Shouty. So imagine our mirth, when we arrived at the central station, to see that one Shoutster and Skid were still firmly ensconced on the train as moved onto its next destination. Combine this feat of idiocy with the fact that neither had bothered to find out the name or the street that our hotel was on. Neither was carrying a mobile phone to boot, so frenzied phone calls were made home until they found the number of one of the squad already sat at the hotel bar quaffing beer. They arrive approximately 40 minutes later. First blood on the buffoon front had been scored. We all took off for some beers and grub next, then onto the Hofbrauhaus, Munichs most famous beer keller. Myself, Splash Stoney and Shouty got stuck waiting for a cab, so when we finally arrived, the place was full, and we were forced to find beer elsewhere, more of which later. The guys who got into the Hofbrauhaus apparently had a ball, apart from Young Jack, a Bender Squad rookie, who was caught trying to liberate a fistful of steins by the doorman. Back to my night out, the trio I was with gained entry to a different keller around the corner, which was fantastic, service was good and the place was rammed. Shouty managed to piss off an Australian, who to be fair seemed a nice enough geezer, by accusing his country of being populated by inbred convicts who possessed the IQ's of Chimpanzee's and of giving the world nothing worthwhile culturally. The poor lad was not best pleased but seeing there were three of us to his one, and although I would have hated to do it, if he'd of slapped the Right Honourable we'd have to sort him out, he mumbled a few expletive's and was off. Shouty next target was the bar tender, who was resplendent in some Bavarian traditional outfit, that did to be fair make him seem slightly fruity. Off went the Shoutster again, making enquiries into sexual persuasion, and trying to wind him up. But this fella was up to the challenge, and after planting a stubbly kiss on the loud one, it was his turn to make him self scarce. Unlike Young Jack, I was successful in my attempt to purloin a stein. My tactic was to simply walk out the door whilst still drinking it. We were on the stroke of midnight by now, and took off to see if any of the squad were back at the hotel. A few more beers were drunk and then off to sleep in preparation of our first assault on the Oktoberfest.



It was up and off at around ten o'clock the next morning, everybody was up and we were off. Yet again buffoonery struck on the U-bahn, Dangerous, Helmet, King Dave and Mad Ad doing the reverse of Shouty and Skid and not getting on the train. As you arrive at the Octoberfest station, you are met by a sea of short pants, and oompah tunes being sung by just about everyone. The main tents were sadly already full, and the queue's were impenetrable, so we went in search of alternatives, and found a Weissbier Garten, that sold half litres of the aforementioned brew at five euro's a pop, and so the boozing began. The weather was grand, and a search party was sent out for the missing four piece, who were found in a beer garden on the fringes of the fairground getting pissed up with an Italian posse of boozers. After circumnavigating the drunken wreckage of bodies strewn along grass verges, we were once again at full strength numbers wise, sadly for the last time, and we got down to some serious boozing.

To be continued..........