Kate Price has reportedly found new love in cage-fighting champ Alex Reid, who she believes is quite different from her estranged husband Peter Andre.
Sources have revealed that the 31-year-old star considers Andre to be a “pansy†as compared to the muscular former ‘Hollyoaks’ star.
Price, aka Jordan, met Alex through her personal trainer, and the duo [...]
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Jordan says Peter Andre is a â€pansy†compared to new love
July 22nd, 2009 |
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STS9 Colorado Late Nights
July 17th, 2009 |
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Official STS9 Late Night Events in Colorado
 Amon Tobin |
Surrounding Sound Tribe Sector 9‘s massive Day out of Time celebration in Colorado, Euphonic Conceptions will be presenting another round of blockbuster after parties on July 24 & 25 at the Gothic Theatre in Englewood, CO. These shows feature a diverse array of some of the best and freshest in electronic music, with each performance continuing until 5 a.m.
On July 24, after STS9 and Lippservice play The Fillmore Auditorium, the party moves to the Gothic Theatre. Headlining the event is the widely acclaimed Amon Tobin, making his long anticipated return to Colorado. Joining him will be the San Francisco-based Eskmo, who recently remixed STS9′s track “Shock Doctrine.” This show also features the Colorado debut of up-and-coming Emancipator, and the wizardry of legendary producer Richard Devine.
Then, immediately following STS9′s massive July 25 Day Out of Time festivities at Red Rocks Amphitheatre, a special event comes to the Gothic that has only been witnessed previously in London, Barcelona, San Francisco and Los Angeles. Brainfeeder, a new digital label launched early this year by the world-renowned Flying Lotus, features a revolving group of artists hand-picked by the brilliant producer. “Brainfeeder Colorado” will include sets from Brainfeeder mainstays FlyamSam (Flying Lotus and SamiYam), Ras G, Lorn and Teebs. There will also be the very special debut of a unique tag-team set with Alex Botwin of Pnuma Trio and Derek Vincent Smith, the mastermind behind the exploding phenomenon that is Pretty Lights.
Advance Tickets are available now at STS9.com.
Shuttle buses from the Fillmore to the Gothic will be available. Bus to Show Packages from Boulder, Fort Collins – Call 720.204.0408 to reserve.
Euphonic Conceptions and 1320 Records Present
Re:Creation the Official STS9 After Parties:
July 24 |Gothic Theater | Englewood, CO
Amon Tobin with Eskmo, Emancipator and Richard Devine
Music until 5 AM
limited $17 advance tickets available | $22 D.O.S.
July 25 | Gothic Theater | Englewood, CO
Alex B vs Derek Vincent Smith (Brainfeeder Colorado)
with Flyamsam (Flying Lotus and Samiyam), Ras G, Lorn and Teebs
Music until 5 AM
limited $17 advance tickets available | $22 D.O.S.
Alex Leo: Chyron Of The Day: That’s About Right
July 14th, 2009 |
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To be totally accurate it should probably read, “despite the fact that everyone blames the Internet for the demise of newspapers it’s really people like me that instill a serious distrust of the media in the American psyche.”
Welcome to Berlin’s squat scene
July 13th, 2009 |
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Derelict buildings are reopening as ‘living projects’, offering everything from cheap food and parties to classical concerts. By Molly Gunn
One of the quirks I’ve noticed since moving to Berlin is the squats dotted about the city. In London, where I’m from, you don’t see squats much. You might read about them in the paper – a bunch of rich kids who’ve squatted on Billionaires’ Row, or an old man who has squatted for 50 years undetected – but that’s about it. In Berlin, squats are visible from the street. They’re the apartment buildings with colourfully decorated exteriors and posters covering the walls of the ground floor. The plaster could be peeling, there may be flags hanging from the balconies and loud music coming from inside. They stand out from the other apartment blocks because of their unkemptness and, as such, they don’t look too inviting.
So when a German graphic designer friend told me that many of these squats offer food, film nights and gigs to paying guests, I was intrigued. Sarah explained: “I used to pop in for VoKü at a squat near my office in Kreuzberg. Unfortunately, it has now been closed down, but it did the best lunches. Everybody was friendly and the food was delicious and cheap.” VoKü is when squats open their doors to the community and offer food at affordable prices; it is short for Volksküche, meaning “people’s kitchen”. This concept is so established that there is an online list (see below) with details of when and where VoKüs take place. It’s an extensive list, too, with eight or so meals taking place in Berlin daily.
The idea sounds so welcoming that it would be rude not to experience it first-hand. So the following Sunday, at 7pm, my husband Tom and I head for VoKü at Zielona Gora, a rainbow-painted building on leafy Boxhagener Platz in Friedrichshain – a neighbourhood in former East Berlin. As we approach, we see a mass of leather-clad punks spilling from a large table on the pavement. They’re eating, chatting and laughing, and hardly notice us as we clamber over their dogs lying in the doorway.
Inside, it looks nothing like I would have imagined. Less squat, more student union cafe. The large square room has tables around the edge and a queue snaking into it, the walls are plastered with photocopied newspaper articles and there is French folky music playing. The food smells good and we join the queue. The atmosphere is buzzy and there is an eclectic crowd: intellectual-looking students, Australian backpackers, a few punks, hippyish couples, crusties playing table football, and a bloke who looks like Thierry Henry asleep in an armchair.
All my preconceptions of what a squat might be like fly out the window; it is clean, unthreatening and has a community feel – the newspaper clippings are all about anti-capitalist marches, people’s festivals and demonstrations, and there is a poster for an event the following night where a gay footballer is giving a talk on prejudice within the game.
After queuing for 10 minutes we reach a bar area, where food is being served from a vat by a bespectacled woman. I salivate as she dishes up two platefuls of steaming vegan Thai curry, rice and a large homemade spring roll. She doesn’t skimp on portions, so I’m more than surprised to discover our dinner for two, including beer, comes to just €5. The food is tasty and plentiful. No wonder the place is packed. I’ve eaten much worse dinners in restaurants for more money, and I am thrilled with the discovery of such recession-busting holiday food in such an interesting venue. I’m not the only one.
On the way out, I talk to a lip-pierced Australian called Alex. “I’m backpacking through Europe and heard about VoKü from a mate,” he says. “It was like an urban legend so I was surprised when it actually existed. I’ve tried out a few in Berlin and this is my favourite.”
Buoyed by the success of this meal, I attempt to take Tom on another dinner date a couple of nights later, this time to a squat called Supamolly, also in Friedrichshain. I’ve spotted posters advertising gigs at Supamolly and have been keen to check it out for a while (the name appeals to me for obvious reasons). Initially, I’m not sure we have the right address as the exterior – though decorated – looks very neat, with newish metal balconies featuring well-tended plants.
We head into the ground floor bar, which is dimly lit and stretches back into the building. Rage Against the Machine are playing, scaffolding poles stretch artily across the well-stocked bar area, there are murals on the walls, and 10 or so tables, with drinkers dotted about. It’s like any other grungy bar and Tom and I order drinks. There is no food though. Maia, the twentysomething barwoman, tells us Supamolly hasn’t done VoKü since its chef left a year ago, but it does host gigs and parties in the basement, along with talks and puppet shows.
Maia’s English is great, so we invite her over for a drink and learn more about squat life in Berlin, although she balks at the use of the word squat. “We used to be a squat, but now we technically own the building so it is more like a ‘living project’.”
Maia has lived at Supamolly for five years, and worked there for 10. “This was the first squat in Berlin and we’re legendary,” she says. “The building was taken over by our ‘first generation’ after the wall came down in 1989. It had been left empty by people fleeing the East, and so a group of 20 West Berliners came and squatted. The building was in disrepair, as was much of the East, so the government said we could have it in exchange for renovating.”
These days Supamolly is into its “third generation”, and is inhabited by 50 people, including OAPs and children. Everyone contributes to the day-to-day running, and they hold group meetings and vote on matters ranging from the building’s heating to the gig schedules. It is so organised that you have to fill in an application form and join a waiting list to live there.
Maia says Supamolly is like a commune, but without any nakedness. “The idea of VoKü and events at living projects/squats is to bring a sense of community, as well as helping poorer people – like gypsies or travellers. Although a lot of tourists visit too: we have people coming to our gigs from all over the world, surprised that Supamolly is still here. Lots of Italians come to see our bands.”
Forthcoming events at Supamolly include a Star Trek puppet show for children, and a night called the Poopsey Club, for which guests are encouraged to dress up as Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol’s muse. “Some people think that we’re selling out – by hosting events like this, or smartening up the building – but we have to evolve to survive and move with the times.”
Another squat that has evolved in this way is Tacheles in Mitte, also known as “the art squat”. It has bar, gallery, restaurant and cinema, helping it to attract more than 300,000 tourists a year.
Like Supamolly, Tacheles and many of Berlin’s other squats started life when the Wall came down and Easterners fled crumbling buildings. The city was in chaos, and during the 80s there were plenty of clashes between squatters and police. Twenty years on, there are comparatively few left, which is all the more reason to visit, not only for dinner or to catch a film, but for a truly inspiring experience.
The squat directory
Supamolly For gigs, parties and events – see website for details. 41 Jessner Strasse; 00 49 30 2900 7294; supamolly.de
Zielona Gora
VoKü brunch on Saturdays, midday. Vegan VoKü dinner on Sundays, 7pm. 73 Grünberger Strasse; 00 49 30 292 2471
Sama-café
Cinema on Mondays and Wednesdays, 10.30pm. Vegetarian VoKü Monday-Friday, 10pm. 32 Samariter Strasse; 00 49 30 7477 5765; sama32.squat.net
Rote Insel
Great stone-baked pizza on Fridays, 9pm. 10 Manstein Strasse
Tacheles
Films, art events and general goings on 54-56 Oranienburger Strasse; 00 49 30 282 6185; super.tacheles.de/cms
For list of other VoKüs and squat contact details: stressfaktor.squat.net/vokue.php?day=all
Getting there
Easyjet (easyjet.com) flies to Berlin from Bristol, Glasgow, Liverpool, Gatwick and Luton; Ryanair (ryanair.com) from East Midlands, Edinburgh and Stansted. Travelling by train from London costs £149 on the sleeper via Paris (12 hours 30 mins). Book at 0844 848 4070; raileurope.co.uk
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Welcome to Berlin’s squat scene
July 12th, 2009 |
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Derelict buildings are reopening as ‘living projects’, offering everything from cheap food and parties to classical concerts. By Molly Gunn
One of the quirks I’ve noticed since moving to Berlin is the squats dotted about the city. In London, where I’m from, you don’t see squats much. You might read about them in the paper – a bunch of rich kids who’ve squatted on Billionaires’ Row, or an old man who has squatted for 50 years undetected – but that’s about it. In Berlin, squats are visible from the street. They’re the apartment buildings with colourfully decorated exteriors and posters covering the walls of the ground floor. The plaster could be peeling, there may be flags hanging from the balconies and loud music coming from inside. They stand out from the other apartment blocks because of their unkemptness and, as such, they don’t look too inviting.
So when a German graphic designer friend told me that many of these squats offer food, film nights and gigs to paying guests, I was intrigued. Sarah explained: “I used to pop in for VoKü at a squat near my office in Kreuzberg. Unfortunately, it has now been closed down, but it did the best lunches. Everybody was friendly and the food was delicious and cheap.” VoKü is when squats open their doors to the community and offer food at affordable prices; it is short for Volksküche, meaning “people’s kitchen”. This concept is so established that there is an online list (see below) with details of when and where VoKüs take place. It’s an extensive list, too, with eight or so meals taking place in Berlin daily.
The idea sounds so welcoming that it would be rude not to experience it first-hand. So the following Sunday, at 7pm, my husband Tom and I head for VoKü at Zielona Gora, a rainbow-painted building on leafy Boxhagener Platz in Friedrichshain – a neighbourhood in former East Berlin. As we approach, we see a mass of leather-clad punks spilling from a large table on the pavement. They’re eating, chatting and laughing, and hardly notice us as we clamber over their dogs lying in the doorway.
Inside, it looks nothing like I would have imagined. Less squat, more student union cafe. The large square room has tables around the edge and a queue snaking into it, the walls are plastered with photocopied newspaper articles and there is French folky music playing. The food smells good and we join the queue. The atmosphere is buzzy and there is an eclectic crowd: intellectual-looking students, Australian backpackers, a few punks, hippyish couples, crusties playing table football, and a bloke who looks like Thierry Henry asleep in an armchair.
All my preconceptions of what a squat might be like fly out the window; it is clean, unthreatening and has a community feel – the newspaper clippings are all about anti-capitalist marches, people’s festivals and demonstrations, and there is a poster for an event the following night where a gay footballer is giving a talk on prejudice within the game.
After queuing for 10 minutes we reach a bar area, where food is being served from a vat by a bespectacled woman. I salivate as she dishes up two platefuls of steaming vegan Thai curry, rice and a large homemade spring roll. She doesn’t skimp on portions, so I’m more than surprised to discover our dinner for two, including beer, comes to just €5. The food is tasty and plentiful. No wonder the place is packed. I’ve eaten much worse dinners in restaurants for more money, and I am thrilled with the discovery of such recession-busting holiday food in such an interesting venue. I’m not the only one.
On the way out, I talk to a lip-pierced Australian called Alex. “I’m backpacking through Europe and heard about VoKü from a mate,” he says. “It was like an urban legend so I was surprised when it actually existed. I’ve tried out a few in Berlin and this is my favourite.”
Buoyed by the success of this meal, I attempt to take Tom on another dinner date a couple of nights later, this time to a squat called Supamolly, also in Friedrichshain. I’ve spotted posters advertising gigs at Supamolly and have been keen to check it out for a while (the name appeals to me for obvious reasons). Initially, I’m not sure we have the right address as the exterior – though decorated – looks very neat, with newish metal balconies featuring well-tended plants.
We head into the ground floor bar, which is dimly lit and stretches back into the building. Rage Against the Machine are playing, scaffolding poles stretch artily across the well-stocked bar area, there are murals on the walls, and 10 or so tables, with drinkers dotted about. It’s like any other grungy bar and Tom and I order drinks. There is no food though. Maia, the twentysomething barwoman, tells us Supamolly hasn’t done VoKü since its chef left a year ago, but it does host gigs and parties in the basement, along with talks and puppet shows.
Maia’s English is great, so we invite her over for a drink and learn more about squat life in Berlin, although she balks at the use of the word squat. “We used to be a squat, but now we technically own the building so it is more like a ‘living project’.”
Maia has lived at Supamolly for five years, and worked there for 10. “This was the first squat in Berlin and we’re legendary,” she says. “The building was taken over by our ‘first generation’ after the wall came down in 1989. It had been left empty by people fleeing the East, and so a group of 20 West Berliners came and squatted. The building was in disrepair, as was much of the East, so the government said we could have it in exchange for renovating.”
These days Supamolly is into its “third generation”, and is inhabited by 50 people, including OAPs and children. Everyone contributes to the day-to-day running, and they hold group meetings and vote on matters ranging from the building’s heating to the gig schedules. It is so organised that you have to fill in an application form and join a waiting list to live there.
Maia says Supamolly is like a commune, but without any nakedness. “The idea of VoKü and events at living projects/squats is to bring a sense of community, as well as helping poorer people – like gypsies or travellers. Although a lot of tourists visit too: we have people coming to our gigs from all over the world, surprised that Supamolly is still here. Lots of Italians come to see our bands.”
Forthcoming events at Supamolly include a Star Trek puppet show for children, and a night called the Poopsey Club, for which guests are encouraged to dress up as Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol’s muse. “Some people think that we’re selling out – by hosting events like this, or smartening up the building – but we have to evolve to survive and move with the times.”
Another squat that has evolved in this way is Tacheles in Mitte, also known as “the art squat”. It has bar, gallery, restaurant and cinema, helping it to attract more than 300,000 tourists a year.
Like Supamolly, Tacheles and many of Berlin’s other squats started life when the Wall came down and Easterners fled crumbling buildings. The city was in chaos, and during the 80s there were plenty of clashes between squatters and police. Twenty years on, there are comparatively few left, which is all the more reason to visit, not only for dinner or to catch a film, but for a truly inspiring experience.
The squat directory
Supamolly For gigs, parties and events – see website for details. 41 Jessner Strasse; 00 49 30 2900 7294; supamolly.de
Zielona Gora
VoKü brunch on Saturdays, midday. Vegan VoKü dinner on Sundays, 7pm. 73 Grünberger Strasse; 00 49 30 292 2471
Sama-café
Cinema on Mondays and Wednesdays, 10.30pm. Vegetarian VoKü Monday-Friday, 10pm. 32 Samariter Strasse; 00 49 30 7477 5765; sama32.squat.net
Rote Insel
Great stone-baked pizza on Fridays, 9pm. 10 Manstein Strasse
Tacheles
Films, art events and general goings on 54-56 Oranienburger Strasse; 00 49 30 282 6185; super.tacheles.de/cms
For list of other VoKüs and squat contact details: stressfaktor.squat.net/vokue.php?day=all
Getting there
Easyjet (easyjet.com) flies to Berlin from Bristol, Glasgow, Liverpool, Gatwick and Luton; Ryanair (ryanair.com) from East Midlands, Edinburgh and Stansted. Travelling by train from London costs £149 on the sleeper via Paris (12 hours 30 mins). Book at 0844 848 4070; raileurope.co.uk
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Welcome to Berlin’s squat scene
July 12th, 2009 |
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Derelict buildings are reopening as ‘living projects’, offering everything from cheap food and parties to classical concerts. By Molly Gunn
One of the quirks I’ve noticed since moving to Berlin is the squats dotted about the city. In London, where I’m from, you don’t see squats much. You might read about them in the paper – a bunch of rich kids who’ve squatted on Billionaires’ Row, or an old man who has squatted for 50 years undetected – but that’s about it. In Berlin, squats are visible from the street. They’re the apartment buildings with colourfully decorated exteriors and posters covering the walls of the ground floor. The plaster could be peeling, there may be flags hanging from the balconies and loud music coming from inside. They stand out from the other apartment blocks because of their unkemptness and, as such, they don’t look too inviting.
So when a German graphic designer friend told me that many of these squats offer food, film nights and gigs to paying guests, I was intrigued. Sarah explained: “I used to pop in for VoKü at a squat near my office in Kreuzberg. Unfortunately, it has now been closed down, but it did the best lunches. Everybody was friendly and the food was delicious and cheap.” VoKü is when squats open their doors to the community and offer food at affordable prices; it is short for Volksküche, meaning “people’s kitchen”. This concept is so established that there is an online list (see below) with details of when and where VoKüs take place. It’s an extensive list, too, with eight or so meals taking place in Berlin daily.
The idea sounds so welcoming that it would be rude not to experience it first-hand. So the following Sunday, at 7pm, my husband Tom and I head for VoKü at Zielona Gora, a rainbow-painted building on leafy Boxhagener Platz in Friedrichshain – a neighbourhood in former East Berlin. As we approach, we see a mass of leather-clad punks spilling from a large table on the pavement. They’re eating, chatting and laughing, and hardly notice us as we clamber over their dogs lying in the doorway.
Inside, it looks nothing like I would have imagined. Less squat, more student union cafe. The large square room has tables around the edge and a queue snaking into it, the walls are plastered with photocopied newspaper articles and there is French folky music playing. The food smells good and we join the queue. The atmosphere is buzzy and there is an eclectic crowd: intellectual-looking students, Australian backpackers, a few punks, hippyish couples, crusties playing table football, and a bloke who looks like Thierry Henry asleep in an armchair.
All my preconceptions of what a squat might be like fly out the window; it is clean, unthreatening and has a community feel – the newspaper clippings are all about anti-capitalist marches, people’s festivals and demonstrations, and there is a poster for an event the following night where a gay footballer is giving a talk on prejudice within the game.
After queuing for 10 minutes we reach a bar area, where food is being served from a vat by a bespectacled woman. I salivate as she dishes up two platefuls of steaming vegan Thai curry, rice and a large homemade spring roll. She doesn’t skimp on portions, so I’m more than surprised to discover our dinner for two, including beer, comes to just €5. The food is tasty and plentiful. No wonder the place is packed. I’ve eaten much worse dinners in restaurants for more money, and I am thrilled with the discovery of such recession-busting holiday food in such an interesting venue. I’m not the only one.
On the way out, I talk to a lip-pierced Australian called Alex. “I’m backpacking through Europe and heard about VoKü from a mate,” he says. “It was like an urban legend so I was surprised when it actually existed. I’ve tried out a few in Berlin and this is my favourite.”
Buoyed by the success of this meal, I attempt to take Tom on another dinner date a couple of nights later, this time to a squat called Supamolly, also in Friedrichshain. I’ve spotted posters advertising gigs at Supamolly and have been keen to check it out for a while (the name appeals to me for obvious reasons). Initially, I’m not sure we have the right address as the exterior – though decorated – looks very neat, with newish metal balconies featuring well-tended plants.
We head into the ground floor bar, which is dimly lit and stretches back into the building. Rage Against the Machine are playing, scaffolding poles stretch artily across the well-stocked bar area, there are murals on the walls, and 10 or so tables, with drinkers dotted about. It’s like any other grungy bar and Tom and I order drinks. There is no food though. Maia, the twentysomething barwoman, tells us Supamolly hasn’t done VoKü since its chef left a year ago, but it does host gigs and parties in the basement, along with talks and puppet shows.
Maia’s English is great, so we invite her over for a drink and learn more about squat life in Berlin, although she balks at the use of the word squat. “We used to be a squat, but now we technically own the building so it is more like a ‘living project’.”
Maia has lived at Supamolly for five years, and worked there for 10. “This was the first squat in Berlin and we’re legendary,” she says. “The building was taken over by our ‘first generation’ after the wall came down in 1989. It had been left empty by people fleeing the East, and so a group of 20 West Berliners came and squatted. The building was in disrepair, as was much of the East, so the government said we could have it in exchange for renovating.”
These days Supamolly is into its “third generation”, and is inhabited by 50 people, including OAPs and children. Everyone contributes to the day-to-day running, and they hold group meetings and vote on matters ranging from the building’s heating to the gig schedules. It is so organised that you have to fill in an application form and join a waiting list to live there.
Maia says Supamolly is like a commune, but without any nakedness. “The idea of VoKü and events at living projects/squats is to bring a sense of community, as well as helping poorer people – like gypsies or travellers. Although a lot of tourists visit too: we have people coming to our gigs from all over the world, surprised that Supamolly is still here. Lots of Italians come to see our bands.”
Forthcoming events at Supamolly include a Star Trek puppet show for children, and a night called the Poopsey Club, for which guests are encouraged to dress up as Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol’s muse. “Some people think that we’re selling out – by hosting events like this, or smartening up the building – but we have to evolve to survive and move with the times.”
Another squat that has evolved in this way is Tacheles in Mitte, also known as “the art squat”. It has bar, gallery, restaurant and cinema, helping it to attract more than 300,000 tourists a year.
Like Supamolly, Tacheles and many of Berlin’s other squats started life when the Wall came down and Easterners fled crumbling buildings. The city was in chaos, and during the 80s there were plenty of clashes between squatters and police. Twenty years on, there are comparatively few left, which is all the more reason to visit, not only for dinner or to catch a film, but for a truly inspiring experience.
The squat directory
Supamolly For gigs, parties and events – see website for details. 41 Jessner Strasse; 00 49 30 2900 7294; supamolly.de
Zielona Gora
VoKü brunch on Saturdays, midday. Vegan VoKü dinner on Sundays, 7pm. 73 Grünberger Strasse; 00 49 30 292 2471
Sama-café
Cinema on Mondays and Wednesdays, 10.30pm. Vegetarian VoKü Monday-Friday, 10pm. 32 Samariter Strasse; 00 49 30 7477 5765; sama32.squat.net
Rote Insel
Great stone-baked pizza on Fridays, 9pm. 10 Manstein Strasse
Tacheles
Films, art events and general goings on 54-56 Oranienburger Strasse; 00 49 30 282 6185; super.tacheles.de/cms
For list of other VoKüs and squat contact details: stressfaktor.squat.net/vokue.php?day=all
Getting there
Easyjet (easyjet.com) flies to Berlin from Bristol, Glasgow, Liverpool, Gatwick and Luton; Ryanair (ryanair.com) from East Midlands, Edinburgh and Stansted. Travelling by train from London costs £149 on the sleeper via Paris (12 hours 30 mins). Book at 0844 848 4070; raileurope.co.uk
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Ashes live – England v Australia
July 11th, 2009 |
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First Ashes Test, Cardiff, day four:
England v Australia
LIVE TEXT COMMENTARY (all times BST)
By Ben Dirs
606: DEBATEYour thoughts on the action
e-mail tms@bbc.co.uk (with ‘For Ben Dirs’ in the subject), text 81111 (with "CRICKET" as the first word) or use 606. (Not all contributions can be used)
AUSTRALIA FIRST INNINGS
"Poor Michael! If he sends his bank details and $500.00 administration and bank fees then we will gladly help. Paul in Lancs, good to see you are about, Sarahs, where are you"
Miss Ruby, Perth, in the TMS inbox1119 – 498-5 Broad is called for a wide… tennis ball bounce, the ball looped about two feet above Haddin’s lid. Over-pitched from Broad and Haddin laces him through the covers for four. Haddin picks up a single with a carve to point, before Broad goes round the wicket to North. North clips to mid-wicket for one, Australia disappearing serenely into the distance like a ruddy great ocean liner… "Sorry to disappoint you folks, but Freddie isn’t fit to polish Beefy’s boots. Lord Botham could sink 20 pints, steer a pedalo through Sydney Harbour in peak hour and still rip into any of our finest 11 with results. That’s why we respect Beefy, he’s a proper cricketer, a sneering laughable rogue, worthy of an Aussie passport."
Johnny Rocket in the TMS inboxBBC Sport’s Tom Fordyce on Twitter:"Is that Richie Benaud in the Cardiff press box There’s no mistaking that tanned visage – all hail the greatest commentator of all time."1115 – 490-5 Short from Anderson and North rocks backs and tugs him away for a single, before Haddin drops into the off-side for one.
BBC Sport’s Tom Fordyce in Cardiff: "The best-selling item outside the ground this morning Ponchos – plastic ones, not the Peruvian alpaca sort. It might not be raining now, but the locals know a downpour when it’s brewing."
"With the money involved in sport nowadays, I wonder if it would be feasible to use ‘rain-prevention technology’, as in, firing those rockets up to disperse the rainclouds. Even if it’s only for big matches such as these."
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1110 – 488-5 Broad to bowl from the Cathedral Road End… come on Broady, got to be better than yesterday… leg-side delivery flicked away for four by Haddin… bouncer top-edged for four by Haddin… Broad’s frustration gets the better of him, as he shies for the stumps with Haddin rooted in his crease. Haddin snaps his gum and narrows his eyes… "little boys," you can almost hear him thinking, "little boys…"1104 – 480-5 England skipper Strauss has a big grin on his face as he bounds down the pavilion steps, and it’s Jimmy Anderson to bowl first. Too straight, and Haddin flicks his first ball away for a single. North may be a new name to many, but he’s been around for some time now – 130 first-class matches, 9,247 runs, averages 44.67. Tidy opening over, North playing it cool.1057: Broad could do with a couple more wickets today, he really hasn’t dazzled so far. A yard or two short, he’s been well and truly sorted out by the Aussie batsmen, and we could well see Harmison and Onions coming in at Lord’s. It’s Haddin and North at the crease this morning, and here they come, as Blowers struggles to make himself heard over an ear-quivering Jerusalem.TMS’s Alison Mitchell on Twitter:"Aaaah, watching a touching embrace between TMS’s Jason Gillespie and Brett Lee on the outfield (well, a manly sort of hug)"1048: The early Pub Pontification chat in my office centres on whether Andrew Flintoff is overrated or not. The man next to me thinks he’s a marvellous cricketer, but that the hubbub surrounding him whenever he’s thrown the ball or he comes out to bat seems a bit out of proportion. The man opposite reckons he’s not fit to light Botham’s panatella. Obviously, I have no opinion on the matter.
"If and when England learn to pitch the ball up and only use the short one as a surprise they might get somewhere. It isn’t rocket science – look what happened to Katich and Hussey when Anderson pitched it up."
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Join the debate on 6061037: Michael… have you been fibbing If you email in and can prove to me what these "other valuable things" were, then I’ll wire you the money. As for the cricket, it’s pretty difficult to know what to talk about to be honest – if we were going to get a full day’s play in, then we’d surely be chatting about how long the Aussies should bat for, but the weather forecast is so dirty, I’m not sure how relevant that chat’s going to be. "Interestingly, Michael, who needs a loan, was at a seminar here in Holland yesterday, according to an email I received. Poor lad lost his wallet two days on the trot"
Alex, hoping the rain stays away from his home ground in Leiden, the Netherlands, in the TMS inbox1031: The video scorecard has just been inserted at the top of the page, but you’ll have to manually refresh the page to see it…1028:The weather forecast from Cardiff couldn’t really be much worse:the BBC reckon it’s going to be an out and out wash-out, although they’ve already got it wrong to be fair – they were predicting drizzle from 1000 BST, and we haven’t seen any yet. Anyone got $2,500 they can lend Michael I’ve got his email address in case you’re worried about him not paying it back. "Hello. How are you doing I am sorry that i didn’t inform you about my traveling to England for a Seminar. I need a favor from you as soon as you recieve this e-mail because i misplaced my wallet on my way to the hotel where my money,and other valuable things were kept, i will like you to assist me with a loan urgently. I will be needing the sum of $2,500 to sort-out my hotel bills and get myself back home. Your reply will be greatly appreciated."
Michael in the TMS inbox1014: Hello. It looks as if we’ll be starting on time, which might be a surprise to many of you. However, after lunch Fish and his mob reckon it’s going to rain and rain and rain..
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