Oh hello there. Yes, it’s been a minute.
Some of you will remember that I used to sporadically write about life as an Erasmus student in London, a reverse culture-shocked student/hanging-around-working-in-the-media-person in Berlin and as a journalist in Brighton.
So what happened? Apart from the obvious - Bowie’s death, the Referendum and Trump?

Showing posts with label Brighton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brighton. Show all posts
Tuesday, 5 March 2019
Sunday, 4 January 2015
10 places for a greedy and boozy day in Brighton
It’s already been half a year since I moved to Brighton. I guess I’m eligible at this point to give some good advice for a cheeky day/night out on the streets of this town.
I made a top ten list that contains food and drinks as they quite often come together or one leads to another. So, whatever you’re up to the A) liquid calorie version aka. Drinks only, B) sensible version aka. Food and then drinks or C) I’m going home alone version aka. Drinks then greasy food, this list contains everything you need. No need for a Jamie Oliver "Comfort Food" cookbook. Brighton, bring it on:
I made a top ten list that contains food and drinks as they quite often come together or one leads to another. So, whatever you’re up to the A) liquid calorie version aka. Drinks only, B) sensible version aka. Food and then drinks or C) I’m going home alone version aka. Drinks then greasy food, this list contains everything you need. No need for a Jamie Oliver "Comfort Food" cookbook. Brighton, bring it on:
Sunday, 3 August 2014
pre and post Brighton Pride brainwaves
What a Pride this was! My little Kiez turned into little Kreuzberg with people dancing to techno on the streets and beer was sold in front of off licenses. Just a few more gimps on the street, but all in all a new Brighton-Berlin similarity that I can tell of when people ask me why I moved from Berlin to Brighton (people will never stop asking).
Sunday, 29 June 2014
It’s the Wohnungsnotstand, stupid
This is the
odyssey about how we ended up paying quadruple rent.
First of
all, we couldn’t get rid of our flat in Berlin.
We decided
to move to Britain. As I got a job that started in the beginning of June, we
had to cancel the rental contract. There’s a three-month cancellation period
before we could get out of it. But we had to move in two months, that’s why we
had to search for someone new ourselves who would be ok with paying 30% higher
rent (Wohnungsnotstand*, stupid!),
take our white goods and move in in June.
BUT THIS
DID NOT HAPPEN.
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
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